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
