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Debby Boone Reflections Of Rosemary

I'll be home, I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy Nobody's around To keep

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes

Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only

I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone are

Blue skies, smilin' at me Nothin' but blues skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright