As the golden day breaks, It gave scented fog of hope When the lovely sun of joy rise So ina murna – I’m delighted, When you look at me each morning To share this unerring, loving smile To admit that you love me like bread loves butter
As the golden day breaks, It gave scented fog of hope When the lovely sun of joy rise So ina murna – I’m delighted, When you look at me each morning To share this unerring, loving smile To admit that you love me like bread loves butter
