Sometimes, I wish I could get through
Sometimes, I wish all this was true
Sometimes, it feels good to live this way
Sometimes, all I get are days of dismay.

Why do I seek for reasons unknown
And fall prey to feelings untold?
Why do I let people disown
And hide away the pain, standing cold?

All I wanted was me and you,
Running through fields of holly covered with dew.
All I wanted was me and you,
And each day of our lives would rise up new!