Reacquainted with the sun above
And songs of love that we used to sing
Takes the past out of the years, and sets them here
All these handmade, heartfelt souvenirs
Reacquainted with my homeward dove
At this moment of my wandering
It puts the joy back in the tears, as they reappear
All these handmade, heartfelt souvenirs
And why has it been so long a time
Since we were one?
And why have these strings laid so long inside
When there were songs to be sung?
Reacquainted with the sun above
And songs of love that we used to sing