Текст: Bruce Dickinson. Acoustic Song.

We live and die like all the rest
Every summer has it's sunset every year
Love and hope put to the test
Every grain of comfort holds the seed of fear

And I loved you long ago and I love you still
But the roads that we have travelled
Took us far apart, scattered to the four winds
Someday we will find the time to heal
And I loved you long ago

And the stars that bear my name
Are the wounds that never heal
But the road that we have travelled
Took us far apart and I love you still
And I loved you long ago