Frank Sinatra. Things I Love, The. Zeneszám

The glow of sunset in the summer skies
The golden flicker of the fireflies
The gleam of love light in your lovely eyes
These are the things I love

A silver moonbeam peeping through the trees
A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze
The look you give in answer to my pleas
These are the things I love

Oh, once I thought that Life was just a winter thing
My heart was cold and then
You came to me and like a breath of spring
You turned the silver snow to gold

A robin's serenade when day is through
A bubbling brook beside our rendezvous
Your sweet voice whisp'ring, "Darling, I love you"
These are the things I love