The Dells - There Is Lyrics

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There Is

There Is Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For There Is By The Dells?
(There is)
(There is) (There is) (There is) (There is the time, there is the place) (There is the girl, there is the face) (There is the hand, there is the touch) (There is the love I need so much) Oh girl, why won't you let me love you And let your troubled heart be free A-take heed a-to all my goodness Take a hold and follow me now listen, baby (There is today) yeah, yeah (I am the road, I am the way) oh... (I'll fight your fears down through the years) uh-huh! (Believe me, believe me, baby) Girl, why won't you let me love you What does it take to make you see (you got to see, baby) All the precious time you been a-wastin', baby (you been wastin', you been wastin') You coulda been sharing it with me, sharing it baby With every ounce of my love I have in my command I'm doing the very best I can To make you understand, whoa, yeah (There is) you, baby (There is) and me (There is) and hope (There is) and love (There is) you, you you (There is) and me (There is) and hope (There is) (This is the time, this is the place) yeah, yeah (You are the girl, you are the face) all right (I am the hand, this is my touch) uh-huh! (There is the love I need so much) (There is) you... (There is) and me (There is) and love (There is) keep the faith, baby |
Who Wrote There Is By The Dells?
Raynard Miner, Robert Miller
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What's The Duration Of The There Is By The Dells?The duration of There Is is 3:33 minutes and seconds. |
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