Helen O'Connell - Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes) Lyrics
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Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes)
Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes) By Helen O'Connell?
Your green eyes with their soft lights
Your eyes that promise sweet nights Bring to my soul a longing a thirst for love devine In dreams I seem to hold you to find you and enfold you Our lips meet and our hearts too with a thrill so sublime Those cool and limpid green eyes A pool wherein my love lies So deep that in my searching for happiness I fear that they will ever haunt me All through my life they'll taunt me But will they ever want me? Green eyes make my dreams come true Green eyes with their soft lights And eyes that promise sweet nights Bring to my soul a longing a thirst for love devine In dreams I seem to hold you to find you and enfold you Our lips meet and our hearts too with a thrill so sublime Those cool and limpi green eyes A pool where in my love lies So deep that in my searching for happiness I fear that they will ever haunt me All through my life they'll taunt me But will they ever want me? Green eyes I love you |
Who Wrote Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes) By Helen O'Connell?
Nilo Menendez, Adolfo Perez Utrera Fernandez, E. Rivera, E. Woods
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What's The Duration Of The Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes) By Helen O'Connell?The duration of Green Eyes (Aquellos Ojos Verdes) is 3:21 minutes and seconds. |
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