I sat there on the coast of MarseillesMy thoughts came by like wind through my handHow good it'd be to hold youHow g ood it'd be to feel like that againHow good it'd be to feel like that againWould you be remembering me?I ask that question time and againThe answer came and haunted me soI did not want to think it againI did not want to think it againYou make it hard for me to forgetI haven't stopped loving you yetWhen I left the coast of MarseillesI hadn't done what I'd come to do I spent all the money I'd savedAnd did not get over youI did not get over you.