When I hear
the whistle of the singing bird
When I hear the rhythm of the falling rain
Or I hear a poet saying lovely words
Or I see the sunset on an open plain
They remind me of a picture of you,
my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks me up
when I hear your name
I love you just the same
When I read those letters
that you used to write
I sit up on my bed
and have to cry all night
Listening to our records
isn't quite the same
I play the ones you love
and then I cry again
They remind me of a picture of you my love
A beautiful picture of you my love
Though it breaks my heart
to mention your name
I want you back again
Do I want you?
Yes I do
I still love the fading images of you
Should I chase you?
But is that wise?
Or should I let you dissolve
before my eyes?
When I hear the whistle
of the singing birds
When I hear the rhythm of the falling rain
Or I hear a poet saying lovely words
Or I see the sunset on an open plain
They remind me of a picture of you,
my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks my heart
to mention your name
I want you back again
They remind me of a picture of you, my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks my heart
to mention your name
I want you back again
It reminds me of a picture of you, my love,
a beautiful picture of you, my love,
oh it breaks my heart to mention your name.
I want you back again.