Milton Pascal Edgar Fairchild



These are nights below

And that's the moon above

And those are eyes that say you're mine

Why can't we combine these'n that'n those

These are moments rare

And that's the comfy chair

And those are lips that should be kissed

How can we resist these'n that'n those

Holding conversation is no recreation

And we have so much more to do

I'd be disrespectful

If I were neglectful

Of all that nature gave to you

These two hearts are bold

And that's a hand to hold

And those two arms have room to spare

Where we both can share these'n that'n those