Bert Jansch All This Remains
I've been seeing you
In this house of mine
Got your arms away
From my strange disguise
All the things that you believe
Are still in me
As though you please
And they shimmer
On the ends of my memories
I could feel your ghost
In the breeze
I'm telling you this
So you won't have anything
But this to know
Our colours fade
All this remains
And they shimmer
On the ends of my memories
I could feel your ghost
In the breeze
It's not so much
That you should say
You had a love
Turn out this way
It covers your ears
And stops your heart
And holds you near
The shimmer
On the ends of my memories
I could feel your ghost
In the breeze
