Artist : Perry Como - souvenir '70
It's impossible . . .
Tell the sun to leave the sky,
It’s just impossible . . .
It’s impossible . . .
Ask a baby not to cry,
It’s just impossible . . .
Can I hold you closer to me.
And not feel you going through me,
Split the second,
That I never think of you,
Oh! how impossible . . .
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore?
It’s just impossible!
If I had you, could I ever want for more?
It’s just impossible!
And tomorrow , should you ask me for the world,
Somehow I'd get it . . .
I would sell my very soul,
And not regret it . . .
For to live without your love,
It’s just impossible!
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore?
It’s just impossible!
If I had you, could I ever want for more?
It’s just impossible!
And tomorrow , should you ask me for the world,
Somehow I'd get it . . .
I would sell my very soul,
And not regret it . . .
For to live without your love,
It’s just impossible!
Chez Maya
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