Do not say I forget her, because I never will, do not say I forget her, she is more than my sins.

In the black of the nights I can see her stary eyes, in the dark of the cliffs she is more than my sins.

Do not say I forget her, thru the haze at the trees, in the clear of the hills is the beat of the wings.

Because the wonders live in the sparks of the dreams, in the hum of the winds she is more than my sins.

Do not say I forget her, at the field of the moor, as the color in the noon is the love of the moon.

Like the sun for the seas and the rain on the beach, in the waves of a kiss she is more than my sins.

Do not say I forget her, because I never will.