| It I recall the day I met you |
| We were fifteen years old |
| We stood there lined up in the school yard |
| On a winter’s day cold |
| You looked at me like you could see straight through |
| The teachers said I should stay clear of you |
| Strong rivers would flow |
| Big winds soon would blow |
| But one thing I know |
| They never could change you |
| You never let go We followed footpaths in the forest |
| To see what we’d find |
| You told me all your darkest secrets |
| And I told you mine |
| The words you spoke that day were poetry |
| And I saw in you what no one else could see |
| Strong rivers would flow |
| Big winds soon would blow |
| But one thing I know |
| They never could change you |
| You never let go You wouldn’t let them drag you under |
| Or steal that hunger from your eyes |
| And I knew even then, when I met you again |
| There’d be no compromise |
| And finally today I saw you for the first time in years |
| I thought about your bitter rivals |
| How they’ve all disappeared |
| But in your eyes I see that same old flame |
| That brilliant spirit never to be tamed… |
| It still remains |
| Strong rivers would flow |
| Big winds soon would blow |
| But one thing I know |
| They never could change you |
| You never let go And you never let go |