Lyrics

American girl in France
walking vineyards, book in hand
climbing up old castle heights
pens her letters, words pressed tight
Going home through sunflower fields
blossoms black, life must yield
And run

Provence fades away
A day in Paris, just a day
He flew in to see the sights
He was tired, his words weren't right
The bridge, the tower, the moments fly
The train for Spain, she says good-bye
And runs

Back in the fields again
wondering where to begin
Letters fly from her to him
His replies just draw her in
Too young for what they have
she opts for a different path
And writes:

"We've got all the time in the world."