A Peach of a Pair
The breeze across the fairway
The blossoms over there
Are telling us in their way
We'd make a peach of a pair
The whole world seems to pause now
No sound upon the air
Just my heart calling yours now
We'd make a peach of a pair
Oh, there goes a lark, winging high
He'll notify the summer sky
To wear its new blue suit for us
All nature seems to root for us
And who are we to cross 'em?
It wouldn't be quite fair
Beneath the orange blossom
We'd make a peach of a pear