Nina Simone

I'll look around
And when I've found me somebody who laughs like you
I know somewhere spring must fill the air with sweetness
Just as rare as a flower that you gave me to wear
So I'll look around
And when I've found me somebody who laughs like you
I'll know this love that I'm dreaming of
And it won't be the old love that I always knew
I'll know this love that I've been dreaming of
And it won't be the old love that I always knew