From your house we walk the river,
To the church by the silent fields.
Amongst the lavender and headstones,
And the larks in our Sunday clothes.
Your father calls to you,
As he's looking at his watch.
You leave me with a kiss,
On my quickly heating cheek.
Oh, you will never know how much I love you so..
Oh, you will never know how much I love you.
To the church by the silent fields.
Amongst the lavender and headstones,
And the larks in our Sunday clothes.
Your father calls to you,
As he's looking at his watch.
You leave me with a kiss,
On my quickly heating cheek.
Oh, you will never know how much I love you so..
Oh, you will never know how much I love you.
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