Sweet and lovely sweeter than the roses in May Sweet and lovely heaven must have sent her my way Skies above me never were as blue as her eyes And she loves me, who would want a sweeter surprise When she nestles in my arms so tenderly There's a thrill

Sweet and lovely sweeter than the roses in May Sweet and lovely heaven must have sent her my way Skies above me never were as blue as her eyes And she loves me, who would want a sweeter surprise When she nestles in my arms so tenderly There's a thrill

You gave me the kiss of life Kiss of life You gave me the kiss that's like The kiss of life There must have been an angel by my side He led me to you Giving me love yeah Something heavenly led me to you Look at the sky

My pretty little poppy You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly Since I found you My heart is wrapped around you And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody The pretty little poppy Must copy its endearing charm from you Amapola, Amapola How I

Oh Lord I'd be lost But for the grace of God Is your happiness embracing me But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only knows how I've been blessed With the gift of you love And I look around and all I see

You gave me the kiss of life Kiss of life You gave me the kiss that's like The kiss of life There must have been an angel by my side He led me to you Giving me love yeah Something heavenly led me to you Look at the sky

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,

Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love Oh-oh, heaven must have sent you from above Ooh, everyday, there's something new (oh, baby) Honey, to keep me loving you (oh, honey) And with every passing minute Oh baby, so much joy wrapped up in it (sugar)

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love You must have showers So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven For you and me Every time it rains It rains pennies from heaven

Heaven must love God's problem child I did the best I could do Or the best I could tell The higher I flew, the farther I fell Born in the mud, Raised in the wild Washed in the blood, God's Problem Child