About the Song
Donny Osmond, a name synonymous with the golden age of pop music, has graced us with countless hits over his illustrious career. Among his most enduring classics is the heart-wrenching ballad, “The Twelfth of Never”. Released in 1973, this song has captivated audiences for generations, proving that true love stories are timeless.
“The Twelfth of Never” is a poignant exploration of unrequited love and the enduring hope that one day, a lost love might return. The lyrics, penned by Jerry Livingston and Paul Francis Webster, paint a vivid picture of a heartbroken individual who clings to the memory of a past romance. The line, “I’ll love you till the twelfth of never,” is a powerful statement of eternal devotion, suggesting that the singer’s love is so deep that it will last forever.
Donny Osmond’s smooth, velvety vocals perfectly capture the emotional depth of the song. His delivery is both heartfelt and restrained, allowing the lyrics to resonate with listeners on a deeply personal level. The music, with its lush orchestral arrangements, complements the somber tone of the lyrics, creating a truly immersive listening experience.
One of the reasons why “The Twelfth of Never” has remained so popular is its universal theme. The pain of lost love is a feeling that everyone can relate to at some point in their lives. The song’s timeless message of hope and perseverance has resonated with audiences of all ages and backgrounds. Moreover, the song’s elegant simplicity has allowed it to transcend musical trends and remain relevant for decades.
“The Twelfth of Never” is more than just a song; it’s a testament to the enduring power of music to connect people on a deep emotional level. Donny Osmond’s interpretation of this classic ballad has solidified his place in music history and continues to inspire new generations of listeners.
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Lyrics: The Twelfth Of Never
You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I’ll love you; I’ll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I’ll still be loving you.Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.I’ll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I’ll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I’ll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that’s a long, long time.Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.I’ll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I’ll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I’ll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that’s a long, long time.Until the twelfth of never and that’s a long, long time.