I learned to sing this song for my husband, who liked it very much. I sang it to him for the last time in Nov. of '85 at his funeral and then I buried it with him. So, if I hear it, or more likely, think of it, I smile thru my tears, because it reminds me of him.

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You ask me how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true
Until the Twelfth of Never, I'll still be loving you.

Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow

I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom
I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume
I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time

Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time (5 years and 3576 days ago)

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GolemAura says:

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland

(thank you for sharing something so personal) means a lot

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Tuckinator says:

nice image cool

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OliviasArts says:

i would have been crying like a baby making this image then well done and goodluck.

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