Moris Albert - Laura
Laura is the face in the misty light,
Footsteps that you hear down the hall,
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall.
And you see Laura, on the train that is passing through,
Those eyes, how familiar they seem.
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura, but she's only a dream
Footsteps that you hear down the hall,
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall.
And you see Laura, on the train that is passing through,
Those eyes, how familiar they seem.
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura, but she's only a dream