And if you do do you think about us?
The way I think of you when I’m walking every day
Through the woods, me and Gwen
I think you’d like the way she’s turned out
A little wild and full of life, but oh, so gentle
Throw a stick, catch a glance
Sometimes she goes a bit too far
She could use your woman’s touch, and I could use your wisdom
Can you see her joy through my eyes?
Can you see her joy through my eyes?
Do you feel her love through my skin?
Do you feel her love through my skin?
I climb the bank
We climb the steep muddy bank through the leaves
Could be the three of us – I’d help you if you’d come
At the top on the bench
From the bell tower of St Peter’s Church
I’m glad you’ve made it up here
Glad you’ve seen what I see every day
Looking down over Talog
People getting ready for the day to come
Th sights and sounds of life on a hillside
The sun burns through the morning mist
Can you feel the light on my skin?
Can you feel the light on my skin?
Do you see the world through my eyes?
Do you see the world through my eyes?
Do you still laugh?
Do you still cry?
I only ever saw you cry once
But you could laugh
I still enjoy your laugh
Does a mother ever leave her child?
Does a mother ever leave her child?
