And That Reminds Me
Della Reese · Just One Of Those Things [2011]
I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me dear of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me to of you dear
If I could hear no music
If there should be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream as I do
Perhaps I might forget you
But in my heart I know
That I need no reminder to miss you so
I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me dear of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me to of you dear
If I could hear no music
If there should be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream as I do
Perhaps I might forget you
But in my heart I know
That I need no reminder to miss you so
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me dear of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me to of you dear
If I could hear no music
If there should be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream as I do
Perhaps I might forget you
But in my heart I know
That I need no reminder to miss you so
I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me dear of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me to of you dear
If I could hear no music
If there should be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream as I do
Perhaps I might forget you
But in my heart I know
That I need no reminder to miss you so