[Lyric] Sitting on the Old Settee (Bob Miller)

I often sit alone
Dreaming of what is gone
Familiar things, have vanished on wings
But there’s one thought lives on

Sittin’ on the Old Settee, my little sweetie and me
I held her hand, and love was grand
Happy, Happy are we

Sittin’ on the old settee
Our hearts were light and free
We talked of kings and many things
Sittin’ on the old settee