Lyrics

I have such a list to make
Of these wonders
And all the trips we have to take
Where hearts grow fonder

When all these sounds blow away
We sigh when I sleep straight through the day
When all is sigh

We come and go and now the latter
You know it's time
As for holidays, we'll dream about them
And bells will chime

When all these sounds blow away
We sigh when I sleep straight through the day
When all is sigh

Let it go away.