The Touch of Your Hand
I found your letters today,
I had packed them away,
with a pair of white gloves and a fan.
I held them and smiled,
it took me back for a while
and I remembered the touch of your hand
It was a midsummer's night,
the village green filled with light,
paper lanterns surrounded the band
They played waltzes til dawn,
til all the couples had gone
and I remembered the touch of your hand.
Now the face in the mirror is older,
children worry, they don't understand
I don't live in the past
but in dreams I still dance,
and I remember the touch of your hand.