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Stacey Kent Breakfast On The Morning Tram

Never let me go, love me much, too much If you let me go, life would lose its touch What would I be without you? There's no place for me without you

clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on

C'est la saison des pluies La fin des amours Ainsi sous la veranda je regarde pleurer Cet enfant que j'ai tant aimee C'est la saison des pluies L'adieu

The dawn is filled with dreams So many dreams, which one is mine? One must be right for me Which dream of all the dreams? When there?s a dream for every

have breakfast on the morning tram It'll be quite quiet when you first get on But as that tram keeps moving along It'll fill with people starting on

Let's you and me go away to the Ice Hotel The Caribbean's all booked out and it's just as well While I'd have been much keener, on Barbados and Antigua

tease ?em and thrill ?em To torture and kill ?em Is her delight they say I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan There was Hannah pouring water on

The dawn is filled with dreams So many dreams, which one is mine One must be right for me Which dream of all the dreams When there's a dream for every

I see trees of green red roses too I see them bloom for me and you and I think to myself what a wonderful world I see sky of blue and clouds of white