If you find the dogs are crying in the morning
If the piano plays a song while you’re asleep
If the days we had repeat while you are dreaming
It’s the echo of a heart you couldn’t keep.

If the cat should settle where I used to whisper
If the snow should fail to lay where I once walked
If my favourite book lies open on the table
It’s the echo of the times when we once talked.

If the music that I loved continues playing
If my old shadow walks the cobbles of this town
If the roses wilt and wither in the winter
It’s the echo of our days upon your frown.

If you find the tears are falling far too freely
If you track my laughter ‘cross our years and years
If perfume and tobacco tease your senses
It’s the echo of our fantasies and fears.

If the wind should feel much colder on my birthday
If the sun should fail to shine when days were ours
If the fire should fail to warm and heal your broken heart
It’s the echo of our time beneath these stars.