But he's not sure of who he sees
All the things I've held so dear
The details that color all my memories
not too wild and not too pure
It was good love, strong love
It seemed sturdier than most
It could sail or it could coast
Good love, strong love, deep love
But we would have been fine
Had we fought to the nail
Oh, we would have been fine
Was it his fault or mine?
And there were good times
having good times, bad times
Days he'd close up like a clam,
days I didn't give a damn
Bad times, we've all had times
But we would have been fine
We'd have finished the dance
We'd have emptied the wine
Was it his fault, or mine?
I wonder what the man will say.
Should I greet him with a smile?
Well, should I turn the other way?
Could it be? I don't think.
Yet it seems that I feel that I still,
after all these years, care.
And you have a young son.
That's not so young, is it?
I'd be wearing that shine,
an d that boy nearly nine.
Oh, he would have been mine.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.