Treasure Island

Colin Coplin

(Australia)

Beautiful Day


I wish ever day, start out this way
What a beautiful day
Clear skies, on the horizon, gentle breeze blowing back your hair
You and I together, without a worry, or a care
What a beautiful day

Take in a trip, to our special place, our second favorite place in the world
No one to bother us, no one else there,
Just you and I together, without a worry, without a care
What a beautiful day

And we can spend time talking, about the world outside
As we laze by the window, just you and I
Sharing a moment of happiness, with no one else there
What a beautiful day

What a beautiful day
A beautiful day, alone with you

Submitted: Friday, August 03, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 03, 2012

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