Your face will never be upon my mind so vividly,
I need to see it every day, to still believe those perfect eyes.
Obviously, the sun, it shines because of the weather, so defined,
but often I try to read your thoughts when I can visualise you sleeping.
And I'm trying to savour all the time I've got before you leave,
'Fore it's too late for me again, to let you know just what I feel,
And "all the songs that I've sung you, more often than you know",
will make me miss you even more when I hear them,
now I know you have to go.

I hear your voice echoing down the hall this early morning,
and I think of how your comments make me smile.
But everything that I know you'll never know is bouncing round inside my head,
and everything that I feel, the urge to hold you,
and the thought of your lips, and your face, and all those moments,
and I've got to forget now that it was ever going to happen,
and accept the change, different still that you leave us all behind,
and all the songs that I wrote you, you'll never even know,
they make me miss you even more when I sing them,
now I know you've had to go.