Texty: Abbey Lincoln. You Gotta Pay the Band. And How I Hoped For Your Love.

And I thought that life
Would be so cold
I thought I'd need someone to hold
Like in the stories I was told

And then we met
I can't forget
How we laughed
And then, suddenly the end

I hoped, hoped for your love
For your love, for your love
How I hoped for your love
For your love, for your love