:03:00
that he could never write a song called
I Love You.
:03:04
Get your money out. I'm telling you,
Louis B. Mayer is going to love this.
:03:08
He's going to weep.
:03:13
I need a time of year. A month.
:03:17
- All right, April.
- June.
:03:19
Perfect cliché, April.
:03:20
"I love you" hums the April breeze
:03:27
I love you under my skin
:03:33
I love you
:03:36
Is it a sin?
:03:38
Certainly not.
:03:41
"I love you"
:03:44
hums the April breeze
:03:48
"I love you"
:03:51
Echo the hills
:03:55
"I love you"
:03:59
The golden dawn agrees
:04:02
As once more she sees
:04:06
daffodils
:04:10
It's spring again
:04:13
And birds on the wing again
:04:17
Start to sing again
:04:20
The old melody
:04:24
"I love you"
:04:27
That's the song of songs
:04:31
And it all belongs to you and me
:04:50
It was just
:04:53
one of those things
:04:58
Just one of those crazy flings