Good To Me (I Cry Out)

I hear the sound of music

Your favorite kind of music

And that reminds me dear of you

I see the summer roses

Your favorite shade of roses

And that reminds me too of you dear

If I could hear no music

If there could be no roses

No summer nights to make me dream as I do

I still would not forget you

One thing would still be true

My heart reminds me I love you

I still would not forget you

One thing would still be true

My heart reminds me I love you