With Open Arms - Burt Bacharach, Jane Morgan

All night I hold him tight

He’s mine until the dawn

Then when the fishing boats

Go out again he’s gone

Gone away and

I pray all through the day (a-plink a chunk)

That he’ll return and make my life begin (a-plink a chunk)

And when his boat comes in I run to him with open arms

(Down by the river where the boats come in)

All night I hold him tight

He’s mine until the dawn

Then when the fishing boats

Go out again he’s gone

Gone away and

I pray all through the day (a-plink a chunk)

That he’ll return and make my life begin (a-plink a chunk)

And when his boat comes in I run to him with (with open arms) open (with open

arms) arms

(Down by the river where the boats come in)

(A-plink a chunk)