Love Song For The Dead Che lyrics

A the dawn of an ordinary Sunday I remember the taste of you, sweet in my mouth Late in the year And in the stillness of the Oriente rainfall I remember the warmth of you, still in my arms Late, late in the year I will bring tô you flowers in the night Soft as trembling fingers touch you love I can offer you wine and candlelight If only my aching fingers scratch you love Late in the year Late in the year