Memories like this remains imperishable.
Yellow dress, angel eyes,
Hair like silk, red high heels,
Lips like velvet,
I could paint with all the colours on my pallette and still the world would know nothing of the depth of your beauty.
Such was it with my Christine,

Oh Christine,
Winter is here again,
How fresh your scent still lingers in the air,
Under the Misty sky in the cold,
You left without a trace.

Hard it is to tell if you still listen to my favourite song,
But I'll wait for you,
Hard it is to tell if you still miss my Sunday morning loving,
But I'll wait for you,

Though I be out of reason,
Though there be change in season,
I'll be here waiting until the end.
Where the rainbow meets the sea, that's where I will be, patiently waiting for my Christine.