Every Morning

Every mornin an every evenin
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through
And when Im with you, it feels like heaven
And youre an angel, holdin me
Your sweet, sweet lovin, it sets me free
And in my wildest, imagination
I could never, imagine you
Lovin me as much as, as I do you
And it may be winter, it may be fall
I might have plenty or nothin at all
But, baby, Ill be there whenever you call, ever you call
Cause every mornin and every evenin
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through
The way you love me, through and through