Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden. Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only. All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine But might I of Jove's nectar sip I would not change for thine
I sent thee late a rosy wreath Not so much hon'ring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be But thou thereon did'st only breathe And sent'st it back to me Since when it grows and smells, I swear Not of itself, but thee
