SERENADE

as rec by Slim Whitman  1956


Serenade,
Our love is a serenade,
Our song the heavens made
And angels played
When first we met.

We touched and I became divine, my love;
Because of you,
The stars that shine, my love,
They're mine, my love!

Serenade,
Our love is a serenade,
our song of sweet desire
No earthly choir
Could quite resist!

I have known the magic of
Our theme that cannot fade,
Our serenade of love!

I have known the magic of
Our theme that cannot fade,
Our serenade of love!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - April 2011)