Fifty years ago...................................

The Moody Blues............,................Isn't Life Strange

 

Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are

Isn't love strange
A word we arrange
With no thought or care
Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave
To make us as one
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -