In time we might walk the straight line
But with memories of a grapevine
A guitar, as we came close from far
Forgot about the war
We barely touched
As if being watched
And even in ti--me
We'll give in to cri--me
We'll be on the li--ne
Pulling our weight
Many miles from where I'm sleeping
You share laughter in the evening
As do I, in the great divine
Yours is mine
We'll find love
The kind we're dreaming of
(Refrão)
