I'll be old,

all wrinkled hands

and thoughts of a forgotten lullaby.

 

My new case,

will lose it's smell

and it's look of pride.

 

I'll remember all your faces,

within a memory of gold.

And I will collect all the places,

like all the stars you sold.

 

I'll put you in a box,

store you in a drawer,

put you safe away.

Your lock cannot be broken,

your contents always safe,

but I'll never throw the key away.

 

I'll write you,

all words written

so you can read me.

 

I'll sing to you,

all songs sung,

once I'm you.

 

I'll put you in a box,

store you in a drawer,

put you safe away.

Your lock cannot be broken,

your contents always safe,

but I'll never throw the key away.

 

I'll remember all your faces,

within a memory of gold.

And I will collect all the places,

like all the stars you sold.

 

 

 



Ik zie de woorden vallen,

als kleine vlokken sneeuw.

Zachter dan de regen,

ver voorbij de eeuw.

Ik voel ze zoeken,

naar hun klanken in mijn hoofd.

Maar als ze wat vergeten,

weet mijn hart wat is geloofd.

 

You'll find shelter,

under the branches of the trees,

Like angels they look down on you,

Their eyes are fair like snow.

 

Like a child you'll run again,

away from the sound, to embrace the river.

Like a child your draw again,

the wind makes your flowers shiver.

 

But the dreams are different,

they don't lit up the night.

The light of day puts them down,

and makes them seem alone.

That tree you loved so much,

seems so much smaller now you're there.

All things seemed so bright back then,

in your thoughts.

 

But can't we be that child again?

She still lives in our hearts.

Can't we see the trees again,

the way we did before?

They're still there, They're still there,

for us.



I'm writing a song for a special friend. I think it's the most beautiful thing to do. I think it's a special thing she loves me to do so.