Nights in Estoril - Fleetwood Mac

Well there will be times

When the memories fade

There will be words we’ve said

We just can’t take away

I’m only saying

That as time goes sailing on Nothing is forgotten baby

Nothing is really gone

I remember the nights in Estoril

A kiss and oh the never ending thrill

And I remember the coming storm

Oh and you my ove, how you kept me warm

Well there will be times

When we can’t agree

We can’t help but see things

A little differantly

I’m only saying

That as time goes sailing on How can something so right

Ever be wrong

I remember the nights in Estoril

A kiss and oh the never ending thrill

And I remember the coming storm

Oh and you my love, how you kept me warm

Your hand reaching out to me Dark clouds gathering in their wake

I’ve seen it all before

But I’ve never felt it more

This time there is no mistake

Oh I remember