Church Belle Đà Lạt

The misty air of the afternoon

Chills the stone where the wild roses grew

And the bells chime

their heavy, quiet tune (hummmmm)

Your memory drifts like the falling rain

On petals that bloomed then faded away

But I still hold the warmth of yesterday

Oh, the flowers we picked

in the afternoon haze

They rose and they fell like

our happiest days

Now the church bells are calling

across the green hill

And I love you still,

yes I love you still (ahhhh)

Faded away like happy times

(ooh) Underneath the mountain pines