Sometimes I think that I´m on the right track But I keep coming back to the same place The same place where I sought it Sometimes you´ll think there´s a smile on my face But it can´t take the place of a free-heart, a me-heart that I´ve read of
I can hear mem´ries singing through night and through day What good are mem´ries, they just seem to get in the way They get in the way When it´s November, I´ll think of July Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky A warm sky where I´ll wander When it´s November, I´ll think of July Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky A warm sky where I´ll wander