From getting old to journeys seen
From telling tales to sharing tea
What I find if you'd believe
Is all theses things come back to me
From growing up without the sea
I look at tree's an other things
What I find if you'd believe
Is all theses things come back to me
The window down to catch the breeze
I look at you an I cant speak
What I find if you'd believe
Is all theses things rush back to me
When I'm away an I can't sleep
Cuz I'm all out of countin sheep
What I find if you believe
Are all her things bring peace to me
Oooouuuuuuu
Aaahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhh
Her perfume an caring gaze
How we could sit an talk for days
What I find if you'd believe
Of all these things just I remain