On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green I look around and think about what might have been and then I hear sweet music float around my head as i recall the many things we left unsaid and its on days like these that i remember singing songs and drinking wine while your eyes play games with mine
on days like these i wonder what became of you maybe today you are singing songs with someone new i'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees remembering the lovely youth on days like these and its on days like these that i remember singing songs and drinking wine while your eyes play games with mine
on days like these i wonder what became of you maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
