Sing my way home
I'd like to tell the birds and trees and all the leaves that fall before my feet that I'm in love
Sing my way home
I must explain the sweet reflections in my eyes because the night has left a memory that's somehow still embedded there
Sing my way home
It's not so hard to understand the satisfaction of a man who's had the only gift the world has had to offer him
Sing my way home
Surely now you wonder why expressions of a happy guy can show up in a smile and tell you pretty things of love
Sing my way home