In a house, in a square in a quadrantShare
In a street, in a lane, in a road.
Turn to the left on the right hand
You see there my true love's abode
I go there a courting, And cooing to my love like a dove;
And swearing on my bended knee, If Ever I Cease To Love,
May sheep-heads grow on apple trees, If Ever I Cease To Love.
Chorus:
If Ever I Cease To Love, If Ever I Cease To Love,
May the moon be turn'd to green cream cheese,
If Ever I Cease To Love
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
"If Ever I Cease To Love"
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