I can love you,

Without asking why

See you,

All thats in your eyes

Knowing, there's no alibi,

If I made you cry



I can see you, like the morning sun

Feel you, and I'm holding on

Knowing, that I'm not alone

Wanna take you home



And all of the flowers

Seem to wither in their beds

and say good night

And all of the hours

Seem to clear away the bad

and make it right.



And all of the flowers

Seem to wither in their beds

and say good night

And all of the hours

Seem to clear away the bad

and make it right.



(c)1973 Joey Molland