Текст песни The Touch of Your Hand - Chris Chambers

It's funny how it's the little things that stick in the mind
That Winter walk, and the coat you wore
The seasons come and the seasons go
But sometimes nothing else will do
But the touch of your hand

It's funny how it's the time of year that brings it all back
Those fallen leaves and barren trees
The seasons come and the seasons go
But sometimes nothing else will do
But the touch of your hand

It's funny how this mood will pass and drift clean away
The year will turn, those leaves will burn
The seasons come and the seasons go
But sometimes nothing else will do
But the touch of your hand

The touch of your hand
The touch of your hand
The touch of your hand