John Stevens. Red. Shadow of Your Smile. Zeneszám

The shadow of your smile
When you have gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn

Look into my eyes, my love and see
All the lovely things you are to me
Our wistful little star, it was far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips and so, so did I

Now, when I remember spring
And every little lovely thing
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
Your lovely smile