When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
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I've been thinking about you.
And I know I don't say it often enough,
but I appreciate all you do.
I've never known anyone
as giving as you.
You always go that extra mile
to inspire and encourage me.
You make me want to try harder;
you make me want to succeed.
You've made me
believe in me.
For this and so much more,
I'm sending good wishes
to your door.
And I know I don't say it often enough,
but I appreciate all you do.
I've never known anyone
as giving as you.
You always go that extra mile
to inspire and encourage me.
You make me want to try harder;
you make me want to succeed.
You've made me
believe in me.
For this and so much more,
I'm sending good wishes
to your door.
Night Wolf