Treasure Island

Jeffrey Stultz

(April 11,1961 / Tempe, Arizona)

At Long Last Love


At Long Last, Love

At long last, love, has come,
to soothe this weary heart,
and still the raging storm within;
The sunshine of your love,
has broken through the clouds,
and dried up all my bitter tears.

Chorus:
And now I know
my heart has found a home,
when I look into your eyes
and see love shining bright;
This is the way
that love was meant to be,
God made you just for me,
I'm yours eternally.

For every tortured step
has led me to your door,
at last I know what life is for;
Your gentle touch revives
the hopes I thought had died,
and brings my dreams to life again

Repeat Chorus
August 1996

Submitted: Wednesday, December 30, 2009

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