I gotta make sure my aim is right
Make sure my word is true
Before I pull this arrow back
And shoot my love to you
Gotta make sure my aim is right
Make sure my word is true
We're gonna rope the moon tonight
And string it in the tree
Swing back in forth in that sweet Magnolia breeze
We're gonna rope the moon tonight
And weave it in the trees
Ain't no mountain high valley low
Where my love for you won't go
Well there ain't nothing left to say
Nothing left to do
Except live in the space
Between the words I love you
The ain't nothing left to say
Nothing left to do
Aint no mountain high valley low
Where my love for you won't go