The Very Last Time

<br>Written by ian bairnson<br><br><br><br>I need to remember the day<br><br>When we said goodbye for the very last time<br><br>There was still so much to say<br><br>But time came between us and quietly stole you away<br><br><br><br>Let me remember the day<br><br>We walk to the garden and sit for a while<br><br>The hours are slipping away<br><br>Still I try to hold them and freeze them in time<br><br>So leave me believing well meet here again<br><br>Promise me some kind of sign<br><br><br><br>As each day turns into night<br><br>I blow out the candle and turn down the sheet<br><br>And now that youve risen so high<br><br>I know that you watch over me as I sleep<br><br>Always believing well meet up again<br><br>Waiting for some kind of sign<br><br><br><br>So now I remember the day<br><br>When we said goodbye for the very last time<br><br>But no one can take you away<br><br>cause here in my memories theres never a very last time<br><br>Never a very last time.