Jonatha Brooke - Never Too Late for Love Lyrics
These are the sounds of the town where you were bornWhere you grew up, where you were marriedWhere you'll probably dieThat's the way we do things they will tell youWhen you want to know whyChurch bells ring at odd hoursBut dinner's always ready at 8And the jasmine floats in from the mountains to our windowAnd it's never too lateFor love, loveMaybe I've been fighting for the wrong things all alongYou know it always seems I come to just about everything lateBut you bring me flowers in the morning andI know it's worth the waitChurch bells ring at odd hoursBut dinner's always ready at 8And the jasmine floats in from the mountains to our windowAnd it's never too lateFor love, love'Cuz these are the sounds this is the townYou are the manThis is the only place I've ever found where I can stand stillAnd all I need is you here with me and I know I always willLove, love, loveYou