I can’t remember what that flower is called
On the trellis outside your room
But I swear to hold you in my arms
Next time that flower blooms
Next time that flower blooms
I don’t recall the words you sang to me
Out the window of that room
But I swear if you sing it like a prayer
I’ll surely be coming home soon
Pray I’ll be coming home soon
Can’t remember what that bird is called
Nesting in your house’s eaves
But like your voice, its’ song is here with me
That’s where this love of ours blooms
It’s why I’ll be coming home soon
I can’t remember what that flower is called
Or the trellis or your room
I lose these things but never lose your voice
In my memories I’m coming home soon
I’m always coming home
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