Not a thing of the recent past,
It was sometime long long ago,
Couple of years before I met,
the Girl Whose Name I Don't Know.
We had known each other for so long,
But rarely we had a word,
And I do have some regrets,
But not a single complain to the lord.
I was fond of those days,
And why? I have already told,
And when I see you these days,
Literally, I stand still and behold.
Sometimes I feel like sayin' it all,
Come what may,
Other moment I run out of words and wonder,
What to and what not to say.
I hope a day will come,
A day when everything will be fine.
You, Me together,
Accompanied by the Irish Sunshine...
