Old Flame

Held with the care of a delicate thing

Soft like the touch of a butterfly wing

Light as my heart when the nightingale sings

Under the moonlight

Under the starlight

Felt in the air like the promise of spring

Echoed through streets like bells when they ring

Of all these things fair still none can compare

To the tenderness that he brings

For in a world of wonder where things are as they seem

Don't wake me from my slumber

Stuck in between lost in a dream

For in a world of wonder where things are as they seem

Don't wake me from my slumber

Stuck in between lost in a dream

Pricking like needles and walking on pins

Drawn out romances and quick summer flings

Of all these things fair still none can compare

To the tenderness that he brings

Of all these things fair still none can compare

To the tenderness that he brings