Young love remembers that of me

Long ago i used to hear your smiling

in the place where my lonely heart will be

now i stray alone among the lost dreams

Where the thoughts they fade away to whispers

and young love remembers that of me

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Alone she wraps the scarf around me

in the tale the wind it shadows free

my eyes they see the strangers fingers

and her smile is lost for you and me

And young love remember that of me

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Stolling down the brook now

i listen to the flowers in their bloom

they flutter their prayers to my memory

where the river meanders to a stream

And young love remember that of me

 

(c) Frank McGivney (a work in progress)