Chasing the Clouds - Ruthie Henshall

It’s much colder here than I remember

Could it be that getting older

Makes the wind bite more

Was it just I

Knew and trusted

You would keep me warm

Passion born of

Desperate yearnings

Led us through the storm

A passion so real I’m longing to feel again

Help me, tell me

Please, say you remember

Chasing the clouds

Living for stolen moments

Please, say you remember

Wishing aloud

Praying we always’d chase the clouds

No one ever comes here in November

The sky is much too grey then

The trees are bare

It was our space

Our special place

Our wilderness to share

Of mysteries, discoveries

Brought truths too real to bear

These dark days we face

Why dont we just chase away

Learn to get through

Please, say you remember

Love that was proud

Certain to brave all weathers

Please, say you remember

Courage we found

Knowing we’d always chase the clouds

It’s much colder here than I remember