| Every mornin' an' every evenin' | |
| Every day I, I think of you | |
| The way you love me, through and through | |
| And when I'm with you, it feels like heaven | |
| And you're an angel, holdin' me | |
| Your sweet, sweet lovin', it sets me free | |
| And in my wildest, imagination | |
| I could never, imagine you | |
| Lovin' me as much as, as I do you | |
| And it may be winter, it may be fall | |
| I might have plenty or nothin' at all | |
| But, baby, I'll be there whenever you call, ever you call | |
| 'Cause every mornin' and every evenin' | |
| Every day I, I think of you | |
| The way you love me, through and through | |
| The way you love me, through and through |