Paint Your Wagon I Still See Elis

Her heart was made of holidaysHer smile was made of dawnHer laughter was an April songThat echoes on and on Since I saw ElisaThe shadows are fallingAnd winter is calling aboveBut I still see Elisa Whenever I dream of love

I still see Elisa, she keeps on returning
As breathless, young as ever
I still hear Elisa and still feel the yearning
To hold her against me again

Her heart was made of holidays
Her smile was made of dawn
Her laughter was an April song
That echoes on and on

Since I saw Elisa
The shadows are falling
And winter is calling above
But I still see Elisa

Whenever I dream of love

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