Lyrics Never Too Late for Love - Jonatha Brooke
These
are
the
sounds
of
the
town
where
you
were
born
Where
you
grew
up,
where
you
were
married
Where
you′ll
probably
die
That's
the
way
we
do
things
they
will
tell
you
When
you
want
to
know
why
Church
bells
ring
at
odd
hours
But
dinner′s
always
ready
at
8
And
the
jasmine
floats
in
from
the
mountains
to
our
window
And
it's
never
too
late
For
love,
love
Maybe
I've
been
fighting
for
the
wrong
things
all
along
You
know
it
always
seems
I
come
to
just
about
everything
late
But
you
bring
me
flowers
in
the
morning
and
I
know
it′s
worth
the
wait
Church
bells
ring
at
odd
hours
But
dinner′s
always
ready
at
8
And
the
jasmine
floats
in
from
the
mountains
to
our
window
And
it's
never
too
late
For
love,
love
′Cause
these
are
the
sounds
this
is
the
town
You
are
the
man
This
is
the
only
place
I've
ever
found
where
I
can
stand
still
And
all
I
need
is
you
here
with
me
and
I
know
I
always
will
Love,
love,
love
You
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