from here down to the sea
that keeps your love with me
Where the water meets the trees
and the long grass turns to sand
The bluebirds give the way,
stones like jewels in your hand
Or is it my imagination again?
there's a clearing in the shade
And it's said many times,
my love for night of days
and the garden's overgrown
But at least there was somewhere
Or was it my imagination again?
The wa ter is so cold today,
And conjure up my memories
like motion picture stills
Waiting for the tide to rise
of my footsteps on the beach
But it's a long, long road
from here down to the sea
The only thing that keeps
Where the water meets the trees
and the long grass turns to sand
The bluebirds skip the weeds,
stones like jewels in your hand
Or is it my imagination again?
Or is it my imagination again?
