Fine, Fine Day - Roberta Flack

When his shirt that hangs inside my closet door

Makes me smile and feel his warmth surround me

And his footsteps in the hall can start me soaring

I think it’s getting heavy, think they call it love

When I see his sleeping head so close to me at night

And a wave of tender feeling rushes through me

And it’s only him I wanna see come morning light

I think it’s getting heavy, think they call it love

It’s a fine, fine day

When a love like yours comes my way

It’s a fine, fine day

Living here with you

Me and you

When he smiles at me and in his eyes he shows

That I’m being loved down to my very toes

And I don’t mind if everybody knows

I think it’s getting heavy, think they call it love

It’s a fine, fine day

When a love like yours comes my way

It’s a fine, fine day

Share a life with you

Me and you

I think they call it love

(Fine, fine day)

I think they call it love

(Fine, fine day)

I think they call it love

(Fine, fine day)

I think they call it love

(Fine, fine day)