The rains will pass, evoke
your voice
And I walk alone by my own
choice
This esplanade where lovers
walk
To taste new wine and truly
talk
By this song I pledge to thee
Who should know better than
me
And if your arms where I did
lie
Should hold again, should
find new eyes
In them reveal the worth of
you
Sweet levity, the core of
you
By this song I pledge to thee
Who should know better than
me
And when we pass in autumn
streets
The densest sky, the swiftest
streams
I find repose within your
gaze
Delight with you, yes, in
old love play
By this song I pledge to thee
Who should know better than
me
The wind begins, and this song
is done
And lovers dream in sweet
restraint
But I find repose within your
gaze
Delight with you, yes, in
love play
No sweeter joy, I think it's
true
Who should know better than
you
Who should know better than
you
© 1979 by Geoff Bartley
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