AS I SEE IT
(Peter Carroll)

as recorded by Carole Carr
1959


You ask me what I think of love,
Mind if I surmise?
For this is one emotion
I find hard to analyse.

Love, as I see it,
Is not such a grand affair.
Spring, as I see it,
Is not such a deadly snare.

I've often tried to fall,
But always I recover;
No handsome lover 
Ever conquered me!

And another thing;
Night, as I see it,
Is only a friend to the moon.
Stars, as I see them,
Merely herald the day too soon.

But as I see you standing there,
I wonder, could it be true?
Is this love as I'm seeing it with you?
Is this love as I'm seeing it with you?




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - January 2017)