I Remember Lyrics

	Lyrics：S.Sondheim Music：S.Sondheim
	I remember sky
	It was blue as ink
	Or at least I think
	I remember sky.
	I remember snow
	Soft as feathers
	Sharp as thumb tacks
	Coming down like lint
	And it made you squint
	When the wind would blow.
	And ice like vinyl
	On the streets
	Cold as silver
	White as sheets
	Rain like strings
	And changing things
	Like leaves.
	I remember leaves
	Green as spearmint
	Crisp as paper.
	I remember trees
	Bare as coat racks
	Spread like broken umbrellas.
	And parks and bridges,
	Ponds and zoos,
	Ruddy faces,
	Muddy shoes,
	Light and noise and
	Bees and boys
	And days.
	I remember days,
	Or at least I try.
	But as years go by
	They're sort of haze,
	And the bluest ink
	Isn't really sky
	And at times I think
	I would gladly die
	For a day of sky.

	Lyrics: S. Sondheim Music: S. Sondheim
	I remember sky
	It was blue as ink
	Or at least I think
	I remember sky.
	I remember snow
	Soft as feathers
	Sharp as thumb tacks
	Coming down like lint
	And it made you squint
	When the wind would blow.
	And ice like vinyl
	On the streets
	Cold as silver
	White as sheets
	Rain like strings
	And changing things
	Like leaves.
	I remember leaves
	Green as spearmint
	Crisp as paper.
	I remember trees
	Bare as coat racks
	Spread like broken umbrellas.
	And parks and bridges,
	Ponds and zoos,
	Ruddy faces,
	Muddy shoes,
	Light and noise and
	Bees and boys
	And days.
	I remember days,
	Or at least I try.
	But as years go by
	They' re sort of haze,
	And the bluest ink
	Isn' t really sky
	And at times I think
	I would gladly die
	For a day of sky.

	Lyrics: S. Sondheim Music: S. Sondheim
	I remember sky
	It was blue as ink
	Or at least I think
	I remember sky.
	I remember snow
	Soft as feathers
	Sharp as thumb tacks
	Coming down like lint
	And it made you squint
	When the wind would blow.
	And ice like vinyl
	On the streets
	Cold as silver
	White as sheets
	Rain like strings
	And changing things
	Like leaves.
	I remember leaves
	Green as spearmint
	Crisp as paper.
	I remember trees
	Bare as coat racks
	Spread like broken umbrellas.
	And parks and bridges,
	Ponds and zoos,
	Ruddy faces,
	Muddy shoes,
	Light and noise and
	Bees and boys
	And days.
	I remember days,
	Or at least I try.
	But as years go by
	They' re sort of haze,
	And the bluest ink
	Isn' t really sky
	And at times I think
	I would gladly die
	For a day of sky.

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