I still call out for angels

(and) I still wish on a falling star

and the rain makes me smile

when I wonder where you are



As the fields of green pass by 

I can taste the wine that we once shared

and I sing with the flowers on the mountain

through the winds that whisper there



The truth has a habit

of creeping right on up to you

You left your mark on my heart like an old stone tablet

weathered and worn on the outskirts of blue



Today I found some old letters

At times I'd laugh, then I'd cry

It made me feel a whole lot better

the thought of you, by my side