VERSE: When troubles get me, cares beset me And won't let me go, I turn to you for consolation. There I find new peace of mind; To leave behind my woe I turn to you as I shall always do. CHORUS: The touch of your lips upon my brow, Your lips that are cool and sweet, Such tenderness lies in their soft caress, My heart forgets to beat. *The touch of your hands upon my head, The love in your eyes a-shine, And now, at last, that moment divine, The touch of your lips on mine. (Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.) *The touch of your hands upon my head, The love in your eyes a-shine, And now, at last, that moment divine, The touch of your lips on mine.
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