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"Heart and Soul"....was it really a trip to Granna's without a piano "lesson"? She spent time with both of my older girls teaching them a little piano and they had this duet perfected. I remember her teaching it to me years ago and feeling so big when my hands were finally big enough to make the stretch between the two notes of "madly/gladly"!

Photo: Mom at her childhood piano

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Heart and soul, I fell in love with you,
lost control, the way a fool would do,
Gladly...
Because you held me tight,
And stole a kiss in the night..
Heart and soul, I begged to be adored,
Lost control, and tumbled overboard,
Gladly...
That magic night we kissed,
There in the moon mist.
Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling,
Never before were mine so strangely willing.
But now I see, what one embrace can do,
Look at me, it's got me loving you,
Madly...
That little kiss you stole,
Held all my heart and soul.

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