Текст песни High Tide

Days, turning from red to green It's hard to believe that spring Is here so soon and I've been gone so long Keep, sending your letters on Memories of home are still Haunting my days and I am losing my way High tide, changing moods Familiar faces I know High tide, changing light Familiar places I'll go Keep playing out favourite song Cause sometimes I sing it so loud I'm praying that you might hear And sing along Days turning from sweet to dry Memories of home are still Haunting my days and I'll wait for your reply High tide, changing moods Familiar faces I know High tide, changing light Familiar places I'll go