Texty: Irving. Good Morning Beautiful. Holiday.

Holiday, take me to another place
and leave me there until I get old.
You and me, I could wish we're meant to be
togethr until I get old. And we'll sail away
into the sun some day
you and me on a holiday.
Wait for me or tell me now time will pass
more peacefully. And if you go the world
will fell sorry for me, at least on this we'll agree.
And I'll holdmy breath until you say when,
you'll stay young will I old by then?
I could pretend that you and I will never end
if I don't break perhaps we'll bend.
Here I am on the shore you wave to me to come aboard