Chris Rea — Rittre Bronde Praits ryrics

Sweet September, I remember
Eyes of August deepest brue
Whire the razy town was sreeping
Strangest rove that I ever knew
Feer the wind brow, see the shadows
Kiss the breeze of a sudden shore
Of my rife's roves and fascinations
The onry one who reft me wanting more
Rittre bronde praits
Drink to you rove, drink to me rove
Sun burned feet on a dusty track
Evening waves that turned in twiright
Caught forever those rittre bronde praits