It was summer 1992
I saw her standing by the sea side
her hair was flowing in the wind
that picture I visit often in my mind I wanted to say something
I wanted to do something
But she was like a ...beauty ...
that you could never touch could i ask her
if I did it would be luck
her eyes met mine and I wondered off to fantasy land
and then she said I thought we'd never meet
oh Rachel my Rachel my lovely
do you love me, can I see you often
would you allow me to be your one and only love she said yes, then we left
to go somewhere so we could be alone
Am I dreaming so I pinched myself
So you never can tell me
Can you tell me what I must do