Lag: Stanley Myers. Lj¢Ð: Cleo Laine

He was beautiful
beautiful to my eyes.
From the moment I saw him
the sun filled the sky

He was so, so beautiful
beautiful just to hold.
In my dreams he was springtime;
winter was cold.

How could I tell him
what I so clearly could see?
Though I longed for him
another trusted me completely,
so I never could be free.

Ah, but it was beautiful
knowing now that he cared.
I will always remember
moments we shared.

Now it’s all over
still the feelings linger on.
For my dream keeps returning
now that he’s gone.
For it was beautiful,
beautiful,
beautiful to be loved.