Slow Freight

I’m thrilled just looking at you
And knowing your lips have touched mine
As if in a dream divine
Oh, but I’m thrilled
I’m thrilled by things that you do The way that you echo my name
As though with a heart aflame
Oh, but I’m thrilled
It’s like the magic of springtime
When you enter a room
A symphony seems to play swingtime
And a million roses burst into bloom
I’m thrilled just holding your hand
Or standing beside you awhile
You look in my eyes and smile
Oh, but I’m thrilled!!!