Richard Thompson

Ooooh Ooh Ooh Oooooh (2X)
The songbird sings so clear like your 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, oh will that sweet day ever be
O, o, traces of my love
O, o, 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
O everywhere, shadows of a face so rare
O, o traces of my love
O, o traces of my love
Intrumental verse +:
If I try to turn my head...
by: José Duarte
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