The Things I Love
Harold Barlow / Lewis Harris
The golden flicker of the fire flies,
The gleam of love light in your lovely eyes,
These are the things I love.
A silver moonbeam peeping through the trees,
A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze,
The look you you give in answer to my pleas,
These are the things I love.
Oh! once I thought that life was just a winter thing,
My heart was cold,
And then you came to me and like a breath of spring
You turned the silver snow to gold.
A robin's serenade when day is thru,
The babbling brook beside our rendezvous,
Your sweet voice whispering "Darling I love you"
These are the things I love.
