Fly Me To You
I thought I heard you calling in the sighing of the wind
I stood straight up and answered, unwilling to rescind
The notion that it wasn't you, that I was hearing things
I wanted you to come to me, on gilded bluebird's wings
To fly me someplace far away where music does abound
To play and sing most every day from sunup to sundown
And on those days where we don't play from sunup to sundown
I'd only want to sit near you and by you be around
To wait on you, take care of you, to pour you cups of tea
Anything I need to do to have you near to me
See I want nothing fancy, no fanfare, no ado
What I want is simple, just spending time with you
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