Written by ian bairnson



I need to remember the day

When we said goodbye for the very last time

There was still so much to say

But time came between us and quietly stole you away



Let me remember the day

We walk to the garden and sit for a while

The hours are slipping away

Still i try to hold them and freeze them in time

So leave me believing we'll meet here again

Promise me some kind of sign



As each day turns into night

I blow out the candle and turn down the sheet

And now that you've risen so high

I know that you watch over me as i sleep

Always believing we'll meet up again

Waiting for some kind of sign



So now i remember the day

When we said goodbye for the very last time

But no one can take you away

¡®cause here in my memories there's never a very last time

Never a very last time¡­.


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