if

Perry Como

If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why canââ?¬â?¢t I paint you?
The words would never show,
the you Iââ?¬â?¢ve come to know . . .

If a face could launch a thousand ships,
then where am I to go?
Thereââ?¬â?¢s no one home but you,
youââ?¬â?¢re all thatââ?¬â?¢s left me to . . .

And when my love for life
is running dry,
You come and pour
yourself on me . . .

If a man could be two places at one time,
Iââ?¬â?¢d be with you,
tomorrow and today,
beside you all the way . . .

If the world should stop revolving,
Spinning slowly down to die,
Iââ?¬â?¢d spend the end with you
when the world was through . . .

Then one by one
the stars would all go out . . .
Then you and I