Harry Belafonte - We Make Love Lyrics
Sometimes her hand warm from dreamingFinds its way to my side of the morningAnd in between waking and sleepingWe make love, we make loveSometimes she's quietly busyAnd I smile away all her intensionsAnd among her forgotten excusesWe make love, we make loveSometimes we just make loveSometimes we just make loveWo wo woSometimes in a room full of strangersIn the distance of laughter and small talkWith a look that takes only a momentWe make love, we make loveAnd after a moment of differenceIn the quiet of dying confusionsOn a blanket of gentle forgivingWe make love, we make loveSometimes we just make loveSometimes we just make loveWo wo wo, we make love