Текст песни And That Reminds Me

I hear the sound of music, Your special kind of music. And that reminds me dear of you. I smell the summer roses, Your favorite kind of roses And that reminds me to of you, dear If there could be no music, If there could be no roses No summer nights to make me dream as I do. Perhaps, I might forget you. But in my heart I know That I need no reminder to miss you so.