Laura was like a cloak to me;
as warm and comforting as a cloak should be -
making every day a mystery. And then she said, “Goodbye”.
Jenny was like a healing fire,
with a voice just like an angel choir -
making my heart burn with pure desire.
And then she said, “Goodbye”.
Too many lovers in a life, they come and go;
just making love and then making tracks.
Soft to touch, but hard to hold -
they go for a walk and they don’t walk back.
One day, I know, she will come my way;
bringing a warmer night and a cooler day.
We will build our life like a sculpter molds her clay.
And we’ll never say goodbye.
And I’m waiting for the girl who will never say good bye.
Little girl, don’t ever say goodbye. Never say goodbye.