Текст песни Nat King Cole - The Touch of Your Lips
Nat King Cole - The Touch of Your Lips слова песни
VERSE:When troubles get me, cares beset meAnd won`t let me go,I turn to you for consolation.There I find new peace of mind;To leave behind my woeI turn to you as I shall always do.CHORUS:The touch of your lips upon my brow,Your lips that are cool and sweet,Such tenderness lies in their soft caress,My heart forgets to beat.*The touch of your hands upon my head,The love in your eyes a-shine,And now, at last, that moment divine,The touch of your lips on mine.(Instrumental interlude and pick up at *.)*The touch of your hands upon my head,The love in your eyes a-shine,And now, at last, that moment divine,The touch of your lips on mine.