Faded Images

(álbum: Images - 1971)

When I hear the whistle of the singing bird
When I hear the rhythm of the falling rain
Or I hear a poet saying lovely words
Or I see the sunset on an open plain

They remind of a picture of you, my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks me up when I hear your name
I love you just the same

When I read those letters that you used to write
Sit upon my bed and have to cry all night
Listening to our records isn't quite the same
I play the ones you love and then cry again

They remind of a picture of you, my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks my heart to mention your name
I want you back again

Do I want you? Yes, I do
I still love the fading images of you
Should I chase you? But is that wise?
Or should I let you dissolve before my eyes?

When I hear the whistle of the singing bird
When I hear the rhythm of the falling rain
Or I hear a poet saying lovely words
Or I see the sunset on an open plain

They remind of a picture of you, my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks my heart to mention your name
I want you back again
They remind of a picture of you, my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks my heart to mention your name
I want you back again, uh

It reminds of a picture of you, my love
A beautiful picture of you, my love
Though it breaks my heart to mention your name
I want you