Frances Black

Lovers' Time

Frances Black


Cold wind comes up from the river
November sky full of stars
It may be the first week of winter
But it's summertime here in my heart

Softly he whispers my name
And slowly we make love again
And high above those city lights
The shine into the room
Waiting for the sun all night
Is that cold November moon

Sweetly I whisper his name
I turn and see that look on his face
And I don't need no August moon
Or sunshine in July
If he's with me there's just no need
For anything else than his love light

And I don't need no August moon
Or sunshine in July
If he's with me there's just no need
For anything else than his love light

Softly he whispers my name
And slowly we make love again
And high above those city lights
The shine into the room
Waiting for the sun all night

Cold wind comes up from the river
November sky full of stars
It may be the first week of winter
But it's summertime here in our heart
Yes it's lovers' time here in our heart