Sonnets From The Portuguese - Corey Hart

Oh na, na, oh no Oh yea

Forgive my reveries of rapturous days in December

Indulge me if I cut a single orchid in your name

Perhaps my senses are a kaleidoscope forever yearning

And I am all at once so helpless to dissuade

It turns and turns a thousand days

(The love you give, the love you give)

With wings to lift my spirit high

(The love you give oh)

Across the desert hills

My path was marked by stars above me Moonlit desires to trace our figures in the sand

Smooth alabaster carpet flying slowly

And we are free to set our souls out to the wind

It turns and turns a thousand days

(The love you give, the love you give)

With wings to lift my spirit high

(The love you give oh, eh)

Oh yea

The love you give

Blowing my mind

See the locket in your name

Forgive my revelry

Standing still here alone

Oh Enchanted, standing still

In the honey-mustard fields of India

Forever warm December breezes in our hearts

The truest lines ever discovered you found to bring me

«Sonnets from the Portuguese»

Only lovers can explain

Lovers can explain

(The love you give, the love you give)

It turns and turns a thousand days

(The love you give, the love you give)

(The love you give, the love you give)

With wings to lift my spirit high

(The love you give, oh no, no)

It turns and turns a thousand days

Love you give