You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walking along the beach a little like this one
It was one of those rare autumn days that you only find in North America
Over there they call it "Indian summer", but it was just our summer
And I can see you now in your long dress, looking like a beautiful water-colour
And I remember what I told you that morning a year ago -- or was it a thousand years ago?
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be loving me when the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone.
Today I'm far away of that autumn morning
But it's almost as if I was there, I'm thinking of you
Where are you? What are you doing? Do I still exist for you?
I'm like a wave drawn by the moon, slipping back on the sand
Remembering the high tides and the happiness
Blowing over the sea a thousand years ago -- or was it just last year?