Days are getting lonely
Nights are growing cold
The girl I left behind me
Owns my heart and soul

Claire, I see the face everywhere
Image of love
Over the sun so rare
Claire, wishes were only dreams
Portrait of love
Dreamed with a thousand moonbeams

Paradise, being with Claire  it was paradise
Till with a crave on her lips
We said goodbye
My heart turn slips by

Claire alone on the far distant hill
Is it too late
Or is she waiiting there still

Is it too late
Or is she waiiting there still

Claire.
