She slept with her window wide open
And longed for the touch of a breeze
Stroking her skin with true lovers fingers
From Parliament Hill down to Greenwich it lingers

For seconds in a small moonlit room
She remembers how love feels for you

The days of the Crow Valley sweetheart
They mean something to someone I'm sure
Long, long ago in fairwater nowhere
He told her so much that it hurts him to go there

For fear that his future is sealed
Back there where the first breeze was born

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Green Gartside