The sun reflected in your eyes,
a beautiful surprise
wondering what lies beyond the clouds.
Lost in the Londonderry Air,
an everyday affair,
without a thought of where we're going now.
Augustine
you don't have to say,
you don't have to give your love away.
Augustine
when I turn to you
feel it coming through.
The ghostly buildings in the snow,
maidens in a row,
tomorrow's long ago and oh so far.
I feel protected by your smile
and for a little while
I can cross the miles between our hearts.
Augustine
you don't have to say,
you don't have to give your love away.
Augustine
when I turn to you
feel it coming through.
