Lyrics

So many times, I dared to wonder, just what became of you
Did your ambitious dreams come true?
Those lonely times, as consolation, I'd kiss your photograph
And cherished memories came back.

When the Moving Finger writes
The Hands of Time respond
But feelings still live on.
In the solitude of nights
That old flame burns as bright
As if you had never gone

So many ways my eyes deceived me, a mirage in the crowd
I searched but you could not be found.

When the Moving Finger writes
The Hands of Time respond
But feelings still live on
In the solitude of nights
That old flame burns as bright
As if you had never gone.

My trembling hands caress your letter, the words I've waited for
The Moving Finger writes once more.....