Lyrics
It's so hard to see her face
In that overcrowded place
And the words were on the wind
They don't get into my mind
Children are playing
Don't know what they're saying
With wide-open eyes
For tomorrow to see
Better than me
And those pictures in her eyes
Are her private paradise
With the perfume of her smile
Telling wonders of beguile
Waves fall and break here
The colours they're making
Are moving before me
And seem to enfold
Picture of her
With one flower in her hand
She stands mirrored in the sand
And the people stand and stare
But she doesn't really care
Children are playing
Don't know what they're saying
With wide-open eyes
For tomorrow to see
Better than me
While the breeze blows through her hair
I'm not sure if she is there
And the sunlight's hot first day
As my picture fades away
Waves fall and break here
The colours they're making
Are moving before me
And seem to enfold
Picture of her