I Think Of You
We met when we were children And life was a holiday Now you sleep in your favourite land High on a hill in God's sweet hands
Yea, I think of you I've a photograph and a memory just of you I think of you
We met when we were making music In the city of bells and spires We were learning oh so fast about About life and our desires
Yea, I think of you I've a photograph and a memory just of you
You were shining through the painted glass The colours were a view There was a sunray burning Burning a trail that I know now is true
And there you dance in the swirling sand High on a dune in God's sweet hands You're looking fine I can see you smile
Yea, I think of you I've a photograph and a memory just of you
Yea, I think of you standing there Smiling at me from a photograph I can see Your Love, your Grace Live on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And when I next, I next see you You'll be smiling at me For real, for real, for real
CREDITS
• SUSAN RAVEN : vocals • JOHN McBURNIE : bass, drum and keyboard programming • STEFFE SHARPSTRINGS : electric guitars • ROBERT WHITE : whistles