and then if she did. They could get married and raise lots of Sweet violets, sweeter than all the roses covered all over from head to toe covered all over with sweet
and I can't deny it Don't you hear me talkin', baby Love me now or I'll go crazy Whoa, sweet thing Don't ya know you're my everything Whoa, sweet thing
stars cover your skies I hope it rains You're the perfect lullaby You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you Sweet
' for my love Honey, they won't refuse it They know the older the violin the sweeter the music And I can play a symphony of love You know the older the violin the sweeter
regret just covered your face You lost the sweetest boy that you had that time The sweetest boy that you had You lost the sweetest boy that you had that time The sweetest
got me a girl, I kissed her and then Oh lord, I kissed her again. Chorus: Oh, kisses sweeter than wine, Oh, kisses sweeter than wine I asked her to marry and be my sweet
closeness once again Carry on my sweet survivor Carry on my lonely friend Don't give up on the dream and don't you let it end Carry on my sweet survivor
your my sweet sweet thing Your my sweet sweet thing Your my sweet sweet thing On top of everything Your my sweet sweet thing Your my sweet sweet thing Your my sweet sweet
I don't even know what it stands for Home sweet hole Don't be careful what you wish for Home sweet hole Don't be careful what you say Home sweet hole
Where are you now That my sweet Mary done died Alone, alone, alone Somewhere you say Where my sweet Mary held her grave In her arms like an infant odyssey
Sweet Maree She came walking up to me She was moving kind of slow Sweet Maree came walking up to me She moving kind of slow Said Maree, well, what
I've been in every town I've stood on every stage Still the crowd comes in to join the show And when the light shines bright On me for you The time
Sweet Lady Mary has to rest her poor head Wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed I tried to help her but I did not know how I tried to love her
OLDER THE VIOLIN THE SWEETER THE MUSIC Writer Curly Putman It seems you think that 45 is just a little too old now But I'm not ready yet to be put out
yet I dare not tell, Sweet Marie... Come to me, Sweet Marie, come to me Not because your face is fair, love to see But your soul so pure and sweet, Makes
know you'll find love, I do Sweet Marie I'm alive And I hope you get there safely girl 'Cos I know you know the way Sweet Marie I'm alive
Oh, sweet Mary, child of confusion, she runs the hills to cry Past the willows or an illusion, Lord, tell me the reason why. Tell me why, why is it all
tears from the floors And I know you'll be missed but I think we'll survive Mary sweet mary may I say good-bye Bye mary bye Bye mary bye Bye mary bye