Performed by John Eyre (vocals), Brenda Hettmansberger (vocals), Adam Levin (keyboards) & Tomas Stark (organ) / Produced & arranged by Adam Levin / Engineered by Jay Mark, John Weathers, Tomas Stark & Ant Bowles (in New York, Wales, England & Sweden)
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"Outstanding...beautiful and touching.... lovely chord progression... a real singer's song... delightful, warm voice... bittersweet aftertaste... certainly has a face, and it's a beautiful one...really moves me...
So finely lyrical, so touching, so subtle... delicate and subtle colours of emotion... a full palette with both sunrise tones of the birth of a feeling and its darker shades of sadness at the feeling's sunset... A language that speaks to every heart...
An amazing song...full of fragility, tenderness and honesty. I've no idea why the song isn't being sung all over the world."
-- On-Reflection
Lyrics
Many springs ago
I said our first hello
when she crossed my avenue
She was older, that I knew
"This used to be my street" she said to me
"It's paved with memories
There's a passion in your gaze
like the one from those old days
As you get old, that changes"
But I didn't hear her at all
blind to the words on the wall
No one would have me believe
that a tree could lose its leaves
When we met again
She said "let's not pretend
Let's admit we're feeling more"
She came in and closed my door
We shared the summer till I read one day
"I have to go away"
in her note left on my sill
followed only by a chill
with flowers that were wilting
And I couldn't find her at all
blind to the words on the wall
Nothing could make me believe
the new color of the trees
Dirt flew in the breeze
pulling at the leaves
Through the fall I walked her tracks
getting old, not looking back
Till one day I was crossing my old street
a young stranger greeted me
with a passion in her gaze
like a ghost of younger days
She stood there as I raced past
But when I turned back she'd moved on
the words on the wall were all gone
and all that remained were bare trees
swaying in the winter breeze
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