paroles de chanson Arianne - Johnny Mathis
Arianne′s
an
April
morning
That
comes
rippling
through
my
window
She's
the
smell
of
coffee
brewing
On
a
quiet
rainy
Sunday
And
the
purring
of
a
kitten
That
has
made
my
neck
a
pillow
for
its
head
Arianne′s
the
silly
music
That
my
father
used
to
whistle
She's
the
new
leaf
on
the
fern
That
I
had
given
up
last
winter
And
what
writers
have
to
feel
like
When
they
suddenly
discover
they've
been
read
Arianne
is
mama′s
crystal
Bread
that′s
nearly
finished
baking
And
the
rainbow
in
a
puddle
And
the
happiest
of
birthdays
Then
the
going
off
on
Friday
And
the
coming
back
on
Monday
with
a
tan
Arianne
is
made
of
feeling
So
I
milk
her
of
her
kisses
And
I
swallow
up
her
breathing
And
I
taste
her
where
she
loves
me
And
I'm
filled,
overflowing
But
there′s
always
room
for
more
of
Arianne
Arianne
is
Mama's
crystal
Bread
that′s
nearly
finished
baking
And
the
rainbow
in
a
puddle
And
the
happiest
of
birthdays
And
the
going
off
on
Friday
And
the
coming
back
on
Monday
with
a
tan
Arianne
is
made
of
feeling
So
I
milk
her
of
her
kisses
And
I
swallow
up
her
breathing
And
I
taste
her
where
she
loves
me
And
I'm
filled,
overflowing
But
there′s
always
room
for
more
of
Arianne
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