He was beautiful / Cleo Laine
He was beautiful, beautiful to my eyes. From the moment I saw him the sun filled the sky He was so, so beautiful, beautiful just to hold. In my dreams he was springtime winter was cold. How could I tell him what I so clearly could see. Though I longed for him, another trusted me completely so I never could be free. He was beautiful, knowing now that she cared. I will always remember times that ..