I WILL BE THERE
When yellow moon hungs over the blue lagoon,
And native bird sings its poetic tune,
By late June, all swoon of summer heat.
When tall trees are free of golden leaves,
On morning skyline, risen golden sun,
As high noon soon turns to warm ring,
Bring the end of day and sway my feelings.
As sisters moon and sun spun their silks,
Of nature quilted beyond compare,
I will be there for you, I will, I will be forever true.
When yellow moon hungs over the blue lagoon
And native bird sings its melodic tune,
And August moon, all swoon of autumn mist,
On these sweet glorious days,
I will find my way into your loving arms,
I will be there for you, I will, I will be forever true
I will be there for you.
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