歌词
[00:29.53]A the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
[00:35.21]I remember the taste of you
[00:40.15]sweet in my mouth
[00:42.98]Late in the year
And in the stillness of the Oriente rainfall
I remember the warmth of you
still in my arms
Late, late in the year
I will bring to you flowers in the night
Soft as trembling fingers touch you
love
I can offer you wine and candlelight
if only my aching fingers chush you
love
Late in the year
Late in the year