Where Are You Going To My Love by Osmonds
I hold your hand, and gently touch your hair.
Then we'll walk together hand in hand the way it used to
be.
The way you smile, and kiss me tenderly.
Tears begin to fill my misty eyes, now you're gone from
me.
Where are you going to, my love?
Will you come back when the sun shines?
Any time you want to come home, it's alright.
Where are you going to, my love?
Will our love return tomorrow?
Any day you want to call me, it's alright.
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