Thea Hopkins: Music

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Once there was a lover, his words were like gold
He sold them ten to a box
He gave me one, it shone like the sun
Until the color wore off

Once there was a lover, his soul was so cold
He froze all the pipes on the block
He came from the north, with a spring storm
He left with an icy remark

CH: Every night, I'd see birds in flight,
Winging into the dark
Every night, I'd hear birds in flight,
Singing he's not the one for your heart

Once there was a lover, who found shelter
In Jesus and all he adored
Roses and fire, thorns and desire
Was all his heart had room for

Once there was a lover, whose kisses were hotter
Than spices from India
He wooed me with wines, from the sweetest vines
Then wound them too tight 'round my heart

CH: Every night, I'd see birds in flight,
Winging into the dark
Every night, I'd hear birds in flight,
Singing, "He's not the one for your heart"

Once there was a lover, who said you are my other
Half and we never shall part
He gave me a charm I wear on my arm
It says,"Learning to love is an art"

CH: Every night, I see birds in flight,
Winging into the dark
Every night, I hear birds in flight,
Singing, "Learning to love is an art"