Winds may blow over the icy sea I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine I will return I'll return I'll
: (Bobby Scott - Ric Marlow) Winds may blow over the icy seas I'll take with me, the warmth of the year A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than
: A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss, and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey... tasting
: (Scott/Marlow) A taste of honey Tasting much sweeter than wine I dream of your first kiss And then I feel upon my lips again A taste of honey Tasting
: A taste of honey. Tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey. Tasting much sweeter
: (R. Marlow & B. Scott) Cold winds may blow over the icy sea But I'll take with me The warmth of Thee A taste of honey, A taste much sweeter than wine
: Winds may blow over the icy sea I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine I will return I'll return
(R. Marlow & B. Scott) Cold winds may blow over the icy sea But I'll take with me The warmth of Thee A taste of honey, A taste much sweeter than wine
A taste of honey. Tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey. Tasting much sweeter
(Scott/Marlow) A taste of honey Tasting much sweeter than wine I dream of your first kiss And then I feel upon my lips again A taste of honey Tasting
(Bobby Scott - Ric Marlow) Winds may blow over the icy seas I'll take with me, the warmth of the year A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine
Cold winds may blow o?er the icy sea But I'll take with me The warmth of thee A taste of honey, A taste much sweeter than wine I will return...I will
(Robert William Scott/Rick Marlow) Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than
(Marlowe/Scott) A taste of honey Tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss, and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey
Cold winds may blow over icy seas I'll take with me the warmth a taste of honey a taste much sweeter than wine I'll leave behind my heart to wear
Sapore di miele, sapore d'amore, dalla tua pelle dentro alla mia bocca, quando torni a farti la mia faccia. Un gusto melato di cose gia avute (dopo
Peaked at # 94 in 1964: his second song to get stuck at that level in face of the surging British Invasion (see also "When Joanna Loved Me") Previously
Winds may blow over the icy sea I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine I will return I'll return I'll come