I see your face again
I see your eyes and then
I remember all the good times
And the love we had before

I see your face and then
I hear your voice again
All those little things remind me
Of the happy life that I won't live no more

Sunday afternoon
For a pick-nick in the park
Later our favourite tune
And a little kiss in the dark
But all these things are over
And won't happen anymore
And now I live my life again
Without you as before

I see your face again
I see your eyes and then
I remember all the good times
And the love we had before

I see your face and then
I hear your voice again
All those little things remind me
Of the happy life that I won't live no more 

(C) Hans Vermeulen; J. Vermeulen