Who Are You? Sözleri

(Difford/Tilbrook)

I could smell the rain

Dripping through the fresh cut grass

I could spell your name

On the wet and steamed up glass

But you were just a name, a face I had conceived

As being beautiful, very beautiful

And so hard to believe

I could catch the drops

As they fell from on the roof

I could hardly stop

Feeling so long in the tooth

Before I had to guess at what you might be

And being beautiful, very beautiful

Is the face I still see

Who are you?

Imagination painted you

Who are you?

With its finest brush

Who are you?

Each stroke with tender love

Who are you, who are you, who are you?

I could see her face

Magically there she was

My mouth drew a taste

So sweet it lingered on

And there she was by me, walking through the square

And being beautiful, very beautiful

At last I found her there