The Lady is Willing

USA 1942




Strange Thing And I Find Love

Strange thing, you linger in this heart of mine;
Strange thing, you’re something that I can’t define.
What means this lilting song my heart would sing?
Is it a passing thing, is it a touch of Spring?

Strange thing, I know you, you’re my heart’s desire;
Love’s lonely longing of a heart afire.
Read then my future in the stars above;
Read an foretell, all shall be well and I find love.


USA 1942