Authors: Joyce Hemsley
and John William McGrath.
Concentration on love, my spirit flies high.
God in His Heaven, to His word I cling.
As visions of you descend from the sky
I hear those angel voices sing.
Love speaks to my heart in the Maytime air,
In a world for young lovers to share.
Disturb not reality's magical call.
Minds always young, seek approval.
With love soft as velvet in so many ways,
How could I accept a refusal?
Under your spell, gold and silver I bring;
Diamonds and emeralds shining in spring.
In yesterday's dream, I looked, saw you there
And a place called 'home' touched my soul;
Close by your side, caressing your hair...
Concentration on love was my goal.
Love spoke to my heart in the Maytime air
in a world for young lovers to share.
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