Sometimes
Henry Nicola Mancini, Felice Mancini
Sometimes, not often enough We reflect upon the good things And those thoughts always center around those we love
And I think about those people
Who mean so much to me
And for so many years have made me
So very happy
And I count the times I have forgotten to say
Thank you
And just how much I love them
And I think about those people
Who mean so much to me
And for so many years have made me
So very happy
And I count the times I have forgotten to say
Thank you
And just how much I love them
And just how much I need them
And just how much I love them