| Lyrics: | You don't remind me of the iris in spring,
Or of dawn on the mountain when the bluebirds start
to sing.
You don't remind me of the breeze on the bay,
Or a star in the fountain where the
silver fishes play.
Through the moonglow in September,
You reveal no resemblance of the
first snow in November,
You're not even a semblance.
No, you don't remind me of the world
around me,
For behind me for so much such,
My love for you blinds me,
That my darling
you only remind me of you,
Of you, of you. |
