The lilt of your gentle voice,
its dulcet tones,
its warm, mellifluous sound...
to a man's ears, what balm,
what anodyne peace;
I linger there in memory
until the pain of absence
grows profound.The lilt of your gentle voice,
its dulcet tones,
its warm, mellifluous sound...
to a man's ears, what balm,
what anodyne peace;
I linger there in memory
until the pain of absence
grows profound.
