Round Yellow Suitcase

Silly girl Won't you come away with me No need for maps Just let fate take course, you'll see Some things're better left a mystery Windy days Seem to blow me thoughts of you And I can't help But hope that they were meant to Seed a dream that was bound to come true Well this hopeless romantic would cross the Atlantic Though he hardly swims But with the freckles on her face and her round yellow suitcase Just say the words and he'll jump in So crystal ball Take heed and be forewarned When dancing with love In the middle of a storm Ah, it's like licking honey from a thorn Well this hopeless romantic would cross the Atlantic Though he hardly swims But with the freckles on her face and her round yellow suitcase Just say the words and he'll jump in And I can't help but fill my heart with feelings for you And I never thought love was real until I met you