Brings to my eyes a soft soupçon of tears,
Sends from my heart little thrills through my frame.
My Song.
When the sea
Speaks to me,
Sure I may reply to it;
When the skies
Catch my eyes,
I must smile a little bit.
When the trees
Brings to my eyes a soft soupçon of tears,
Sends from my heart little thrills through my frame.
When the sea
Speaks to me,
Sure I may reply to it;
When the skies
Catch my eyes,
I must smile a little bit.
When the trees