Cold Rain in Da Lat

Cold pine trees standing in the mist

Your jacket was damp when we kissed

Under the yellow street lamps of the hill

Everything is quiet,

everything is still

And the rain falls down on the lake

below

(falling down, falling down) Where

did our sweet summer go?

Da Lat is sleeping in a shroud of white

But I still hold your shadow in the night (ooh,

in the night) Cold rain,

soft mist,

a love we couldn't keep

Lost in the valleys while the hillsides sleep Walking down the winding

French quarter lane

Hearing our echoes through the mountain rain

Your hand was warm inside my pocket tight

Now it's just the fog

and me tonight

Lost in the valleys while the hillsides sleep (so deep,

so deep)