I will miss the sun upon your face I will miss our endless days and I'll miss your taste, anyway Sometimes for love to come Love has to go. I pack my bag and be off on my way Oh my dear, I thought we could make a happy home But now I don't. Sometimes for love to come Love has to go. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry Marie I tried In a another time If I come back again It'd be nice to count you as friend But if that's too much Like you say Then I'll love the love we had made. I can see the sun rising I can see the blue skies shining