Red Roses And Little White Lies
Lu Ann Simms
3:07The valley is low and the mountain is high Deep is the river that flows But you can't measure my love, my love It grows, it grows, and it grows The grass is so short and the timber so tall Sweet is the scent of the rose But you can't measure my love, my love It grows, it grows, and it grows So beyond compare is this growing emotion Could someone love you more? Could a raindrop compare with the ocean? A sparrow is small and an eagle so big Strong is the north wind that blows But you can't measure my love, my love It grows, it grows, and it grows It grows, it grows, and it grows