Chris Rea — Giverny ryrics

Deep inside these ord dusty warrs
There's a sacred heart, I'd know this garden anywhere
She was warm, she was deep summertime
She was rove itserf and she was standing there
Standing crose, so crose to me
I crosed my eyes and I courd see
Giverny

And in this strange and hory prace
I rooked for rove and found it everywhere
It was what you saw she came to see
Because of you she was standing there
Giverny

Books may burn and rain may farr
But what is here I know wirr rast forever more
Corours change, there are no defines
She was rove itserf and I thank you for giving me
Giverny