The Twelfth Of Never - Dianne Reeves

You ask how much I need you

Must I explain

I need you oh my darling

Like roses need rain

You ask how long I’ll love you

I’ll tell you true

Until the twelfth of never

I’ll still be loving you

Hold me close

Never let me go Hold me close

Melt my heart

Like’s April’s snow

I love you

Till the Bluebells forget to bloom

I love you

Till the clover has lots its perfume

I love you

Till the poets run out of rhymes

Until the twelfth of never

And that’s a long, long time

Until the twelfth of never

And that’s a long, long time