Cliff Richard

Visions
visions of you in shades of blue, smoking, shifting lazily drifting, my darling, I miss you so. Time goes by, no wonder my senses go reeling your eyes so appealing, I see the whole nicht through. When will we meet again? When, when, when? When will we meet again? When, when, when? I remember the days, beautiful days, tenderly gleamiing my whole life seeming to start and end with you. From Letras Mania