You ask how much I need you.
Must I explain?
I need you, oh, my darling,
like roses
need the rain.
You ask how long I'll love you.
I'll tell you true.
Until the 12th of
November,
I'll still
be loving you.
Hold me close.
Never let me go.
Hold me close.
Melt
you
till the roses have
lost their perfume.
I'll love you
till the poets have lost their
perfume.
I'll love you
till the poets run out of rhymes.
Until the 12th of November,
and
that's a long, long time.
Until the
12th of November,
and that's a long,
long time.