Think of me
Think of me, think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me ev'ry so often,
promise me you'll try.
On that day, that not so distant day,
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me.
And though it's clear,
though it was always clear
that this was never meant to be,
if you happen to remember,
stop and think of me.
Think of August when the trees were green;
don't think about the way things might have been.
Think of me, think of me waking
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard to
put you from my mind.
Think of me please say you'll think of me
whatever else you choose to do.
There will never be a day when
I won't think of you.
Can it be, can it be Christine?
Long ago, it seems so long ago,
how young and innocent we were.
She may not remember me
but I remember her.
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade,
they have their season so do we...
but please promise me that sometimes you will think
ah... of me!
