Cilla Jane back to me

You've been my lover
You've been my friend
You sailed the oceans
To a far away land
Will you come back to me?
Back to me?
Oh, oh.
I can picture you now
In Paris, France
Sitting over coffee
With your faraway glance
Will you come back to me?
Back to me?
Oh, oh.
If I shout out loud, will you hear me?
'Cause you have taken a piece of me.
The wind it whispers
From miles away
And it tells me
That someday
You'll come back to me
Come back to me
Oh, oh.
If I shout out loud, will you hear me?
'Cause you have taken a piece of me.
If I shout out loud, will you hear me?
'Cause you have taken a piece of me.
Come back to me
Come back to me