(Johnny Gore)

You tell me pretend, dear, that it's only a game
Say that I never loved you or that you had my name
But no matter what happens I can't lie to my heart
I die just a little everyday we're apart.

Why should I pretend, dear, in this land that's so free
All that matters is having your love here with me
So let the trees have the leaves, dear, and the sea have its blue
And my darling, please let me, oh, please let me have you.

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God made all the treasures on the land and on sea
He made all the love songs for the lovers as we
He made all the roses, all the flowers with dew
You're my flower from heaven so please let me have you...