Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
You're home all alone, with the TV on
While the sun's shining bright in the sky
Put a shirt on your back, take your hat off the rack
Tie your shoes and step outside
Take a walk downtown you'll see people all round
Holding hands as they stroll on by
Looking at each other like there'll never be another
Having a mighty fine time
Precious love is something to see
Floating like the stars above it's so heavenly
If you got bees you got honey, banks you got money
Love, you got somebody else
Maybe it ain't found you but it's all around you
You've got to look for yourself
Precious love is something to see
Floating like the stars above it's so heavenly
When the weather gets cold, it never gets old
Hope springs eternally
In the black of night, when you hold on tight
It rolls on endlessly
It's just what you need, you can't get enough
Everybody dreams of that sweet stuff, precious love