A Quoi Bon Dire Songtext
von Linda Smith

Seventeen years ago, you said
Something that sounded like goodbye
And everybody thinks that you are dead but I


So I as I grow still and cold
To this and that same goodbye too
And everybody sees that I am old but you

And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and sway
But nobody can love that way again

While over there, you will have smiled
While over there, I shall have tossed your hair