For Always
NICK HEYWARD
The gentle tide flows over my skin
I fall into your nettles
It's been so long, so many seasons
But I still feel the same as I always will
The open window, opens letters, opens wide
As I look up I see the fire in your skies
It still lights up in every part of my life
And every time I see you I still know I will
Be yours for always
I will
The gentle breeze brings me your leaves
From the sycamore trees
The gusty breeze drops me your leaves
From the sycamore trees
From the sycamore trees I will
Be yours for always
I will