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Happy Valentine's Day

To you...

When You Say Nothing At All Lyrics
by Alison Krauss

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Comments

Anonymous said…
Some trivia:
Keith Whitley (Lorrie Morgan's 1st dh) originally did this song.

You made me smile. Thanks!
FletcherDodge said…
It's funny how "explain" rhymes with "thing" in country music.
Brianne said…
Aww that song reminds me of Notting Hill. And Lindsey Wheatley, who used to sing this song an octave higher than her god given range. :)

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