Lyrics:
Vaughan Sarah Golden Hits

to you On the day that you were born, the angels got together And decided to create a dream come true So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold

How important can it be That I tasted other lips? That was long before you came to me With the wonder of your kiss So the story got around Of an old

Pennies in a stream Falling leaves a sycamore Moonlight in Vermont Gentle finger waves Ski trails down a mountain side Snowlight in Vermont Telegraph

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and he wan' go home Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and he wan'

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets And little man, little Lola wants you Make up your mind to have (make up your mind to have) No regrets (no regrets) Recline

John's in love with Joan Joan's in love with Jim Jim's in love with someone Who's not in love with him What was meant to be, must be C'est la vie, c'est

There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name, a sweet little innocent child was