As I walked into the forest
I saw the wind lift up your hair
The scent of roses running wild now
I hear your laughter, as the sun it beats down, beats down, yeah
When the path was unfamiliar
We were home without a fear
I sat and played you my guitar then
And you were twirling as the sky was pink and the night was near
I hear the echoes of your voice on the telephone line
And I'm counting up the hours to call you at nine
I hear the echoes of your voice
