It’s just an old love letter
That she once wrote to me
And her face between the lines
Is still so clear to see

Like the music of the mountains
And springtime in the air
Like the quiet of the fountains
Her memories are always here

Reading over and over again
Things she said so long ago
Lord the love we knew back then
Just how I miss her so

Like the changing colors of seasons
And the passing shades of time
Like some things without a reason
Lord knows that just don’t rhyme

Now her words are all gone gray
And my eyes are too old to see
And though she’s gone so far away
Her love will never set me free.