A songbird sings so clear like a voice upon my ear
I seem to hear traces of my love
The river rushes down, there’s sweetness in the sound
I seem to hear traces of my love
When I lay on my bed, I find no rest
Instead I seem to see you here with me
Or will that sweet day ever be
Oh, traces of my love
Oh, traces of my love
In every crowded place, in every stranger’s face
I seem to see traces of my love
Inside my darkest day when the world seems cold and grey
I seem to see traces of my love
If I try to turn my head or close my eyes
Instead I see you there, oh, everywhere
Shadows of a face so rare
Oh, traces of my love
Oh, traces of my love
Traces of my love
Traces of my love
If I try to turn my head or close my eyes
Instead I see you there, oh, everywhere
Shadows of a face so rare
Oh, traces of my love
Oh, traces of my love
Oh, traces of my love