B. Martin - Make Music lyrics

To me, to me love is no go Till fiddle and oboe start weeping, and wailing That's my failing He may be all wrong for me But his is the only song for me I know he's around when the sky and the ground start in ringing I know he is near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone Are the words that can start my heart singing 'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise In the light of two eyes that adore him And bore him it might But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every way, every day I need less of myself and more him, more him 'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance In every way, every day I need less of myself and more him, more him 'Cause his is the only music that makes me dance His is the only music that makes me dance