Round Yellow Suitcase

Silly girl
Won't you come away with me
No need for maps
Just let fate take course, you'll see
Some things're better left a mystery

Windy days
Seem to blow me thoughts of you
And I can't help
But hope that they were meant to
Seed a dream that was bound to come true

Well this hopeless romantic would cross the Atlantic
Though he hardly swims
But with the freckles on her face and her round yellow suitcase
Just say the words and he'll jump in

So crystal ball
Take heed and be forewarned
When dancing with love
In the middle of a storm
Ah, it's like licking honey from a thorn

Well this hopeless romantic would cross the Atlantic
Though he hardly swims
But with the freckles on her face and her round yellow suitcase
Just say the words and he'll jump in

And I can't help but fill my heart with feelings for you
And I never thought love was real until I met you