One early morn in the bloom of spring
I saw your scarlet cheeks lighting up my day;
I heard the melody of the bird in me sing
To the romantic sky to bring home my pay.
This is the story of my scarlet love
That spread its wings to fly like a dove,
High up into the vast open sky
To discover your secret self like a spy.
I find my heart leaping odd after odd for you,
To extend my arms and take you in an embrace,
'Coz this is the only thing I'm never gonna rue
And I'm gonna take you over with all my grace.
This is the story of my scarlet love
That spread its wings to fly like a dove,
High up into the vast open sky
To discover your secret self like a spy.
I caught you opening up my gate to heaven;
There everybody will call us Adam and Eve;
I promise I'll let my heart be your haven,
Where you can never see me taking leave.
This is the story of my scarlet love
That spread its wings to fly like a dove,
High up into the vast open sky
To discover your secret self like a spy.
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