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. O 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. 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