Hollow Coves - These Memories

We found our place
On the branch of an old oak tree
Our feet would sway
To a voice in the breeze

And birds would sing
On the banks of a narrow stream
These memories will stay with me

We make our way
To a hill beside the sea
With salt in the air
And sand on our feet

We fought the sun
As a burn upon our skin
These memories will stay with me

Now I am far away
These memories still remain
Now I'm far away
You stay with me the same

Now I'm far away
These memories still remain
Now I'm far away
You stay with me the same