For certain she the face of springtime, the flowers stood and paid her due
|
And all the folk they sang of a good rhyme
|
While drinking all they wanted to
|
A bitter sweet, this final evening, before he must leave her side
|
|
They danced around the glass filled tables while fiddlers played so sweet and low
|
Their eyes hard fixed upon each other, how could she ever let him go
|
And when the time it came upon them, she said in case we forget
|
|
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
|
|
The letters came and every single Sunday
|
We all would wait to hear the news
|
She knew her love would be home someday, the only thing she held on to
|
We sang a song just like we used to and she said before we could leave
|
|
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
|
|
That night she heard her true love calling
|
With words that only she could know
|
They held each other till the morning
|
And when it was his time to go
|
|
She said..... Just a little bit more just a little bit more
|
|
-----------------
|
A Little Bit More
|
| Air Supply |
