Written by ian bairnson I need to remember the day When we said goodbye for the very last time There was still so much to say But time came between us and quietly stole you away Let me remember the day We walk to the garden and sit for a while The hours are slipping away Still I try to hold them and freeze them in time So leave me believing well meet here again Promise me some kind of sign As each day turns into night I blow out the candle and turn down the sheet And now that youve risen so high I know that you watch over me as I sleep Always believing well meet up again Waiting for some kind of sign So now I remember the day When we said goodbye for the very last time But no one can take you away cause here in my memories theres never a very last time Never a very last time.