Take one fresh
and tender kiss,
add one stolen
night of bliss.
One girl,
one boy,
some grief,
some joy.
Memories
are
made
of this.
Don't forget a small
moonbeam,
told in lightly
with a dream.
Your lips,
and mine,
tow lips,
of wine.
Memories
are
made
of this.
Then add
the wedding bells,
one house
where lovers dwell,
three little kids
for the flavour.
Stir carefully
through the days,
see home
the flavour stages,
these are the dreams
you will savour.
With some blessing
from above,
serve it generously
with love.
One man,
one wife,
one love,
through life.
Memories
are
made
of this.
Then add
the wedding bells,
one house
where lovers dwell,
three little kids
for the flavour.
Stir carefully
through the days,
see home
the flavour stages,
these are the dreams
you will savour.
With some blessing
from above
serve it generously
with love.
One man,
one wife,
one love
through life.
Memories
are
made
of this
One man,
one wife
one love
through life.
Memories
are
made
of this.