You keep coming back like a song
A song that keeps saying, remember
The sweet used to be
That was once you and me
Keeps coming back like an old melody

The perfume of roses in May
Returns to my room in December
From out of the past
Where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

The perfume of roses in May
Returns to my room in December
From out of the past
Where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song.
