Softly like the mist upon the morning
Comes the memory of your tender voice and smile
Well it seems an age since we embraced each other
On that morning when we parted for a while
I squandered all the time when I had plenty
For a dream we shared before I left to roam
Do you think that if I packed my bags tomorrow
Would you welcome me if I came back home
I met some friends 'have lived here for a while now
Lots of smiles when I was young and green
They showed me how to live here in the city
Went to all the crazy parties to be seen
Now the money that we both saved soon departed
And with it all the friendly smiles as well
Now the only thing that's left of your great hero
Is a broken pride and a sad tale for to tell
Well I guess I'm not cut out for this old city
And I've learned a lot about myself that's true
I left everything I loved to learn my lesson
Now it seems the only friend I have is you
Do you think that we could start the whole thing over
And share the things we used to share before
I'll be home when I can get the fare together
For I'd love to see your tender smile once more
Softly like the mist upon the morning
Comes the memory of your tender voice and smile
Well it seems an age since we embraced each other
On that morning when we parted for a while
Do you think that if we start the whole thing over
And share the things we used to share before
I'll be home when I can get the fare together
For I'd love to see your tender smile once more
