I wish I could have met you at the early end of summer,
when there were no icy fingers
round my soul.
And then I could have shown you all the glories of the sunrise,
and softly spoken stories
still untold.
I
wish we could have wandered through the lazy summer days,
and shared the secret whispers in the night.
And then come in the morning on to another day of wonder,
with no thought of others sharing our delight.
It's the wrong time,
it's the wrong time,
the time we should have met was long ago.
It's the wrong place,
it's the wrong place,
we're separated by the river's flow.
The chilly winds of autumn lead us on into the winter,
and my heart is filled with splinters
of the snow.
And I cannot give answers to the questions you are asking,
so I'll kiss
you now and gently let you go.
It's the wrong time,
it's the wrong time,
the time we should have met was long ago.
It's the wrong place,
it's the wrong place,
we're separated by the river's flow.
It's the wrong time,
it's the wrong time,
the time we should have met was long ago.
It's the wrong place,
it's the wrong place,
we're separated by the river's flow.
It's the wrong time,
it's the wrong time,
we're separated by the river's flow.