And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear:
"Oh darling I wish you were here"
I recall our kitchen in midwinter, our bedroom on Saturday mornings, our living room in April.
This love is the cross that I bear; bear with me, bear it with me, bury it with me.
Bury it with me.
I have come back here to rebuild.
And I'll forget the world that I knew,
but I swear I won't forget you.