Milton pascal / edgar fairchild      These are nights below   And that's the moon above   And those are eyes that say you're mine   Why can't we combine these'n that'n those   These are moments rare   And that's the comfy chair   And those are lips that should be kissed   How can we resist these'n that'n those   Holding conversation is no recreation   And we have so much more to do   I'd be disrespectful   If I were neglectful   Of all that nature gave to you   These two hearts are bold   And that's a hand to hold   And those two arms have room to spare   Where we both can share these'n that'n those