Every Morning

Every mornin' an' every evenin'
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and throughAnd when I'm with you, it feels like heaven
And you're an angel, holdin' me
Your sweet, sweet lovin', it sets me freeAnd in my wildest, imagination
I could never, imagine you
Lovin' me as much as, as I do youAnd it may be winter, it may be fall
I might have plenty or nothin' at all
But, baby, I'll be there whenever you call, ever you call