There's something lovely in your eyes
That wander to and fro,
Light hazel brown in winter sun
As we to Cambridge go.
There's something lovely in your smile
A big, flirtatious grin,
We sneak into old college rooms
And make our love within.
There's something lovely in your hands
So soft and warm to hold,
November nights can chill the air
But I don't feel the cold.
There's something lovely in your arms
But soon we have to part,
The taxi leaves, and though you're gone,
I feel you in my heart.
(2006)
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There's something lovely in your hands So soft and warm to hold, November nights can chill the air But I don't feel the cold.- - - -