Days, turning from red to green
It's hard to believe that spring
Is here so soon and I've been gone so long.
Keep, sending your letters on
Memories of whom are still
Haunting my days and I am losing my way
High tide
Changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide
Changing light
Familiar places I go
Keep playing our favorite song
'Cause sometimes I sing it so loud
And pray that you might hear
And sing along
Days, turning from sweet to dry
Memories of whom are still
Haunting my days, I wait
For your reply
High tide
Changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide
Changing light
Familiar places I go