Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
Connie Smith
A million violins could never sound sweeter than your name
Hold me close and tell me, baby
Tell me you're not a dream
A wind of love has picked me up
And span me around in a whirl
Baby, you're the sunshine of my world
The little things you do
Like running your fingers through my hair
Brings on a burning fever almost too warm to bear
If love was treasure
I would have the world's most precious pearl
Baby, you're the sunshine of my world
Up on the mountain top
We'll build the cabin and move in to stay
A livin' on mountain with love from day to day
And if I ever get to feelin' your sunshine slippin' away
Then baby, I want you to touch your lips to mine
And make a little sunshine
Each day, the skies above change into a bluer blue
Each day, your little more sunshine is shining up from you
A tear of joy reminds me I'm the world's most lucky girl
Baby, you're the sunshine of my world
Baby, you're the sunshine of my world
Sunshine of My World was written by Dallas Frazier.
Sunshine of My World was produced by Bob Ferguson.