With you

Such a nice weekend
We walked hand in hand
But now I miss you

Strolling through the park
A beer in the bar
But now you’re so far

And I feel so bad
Can not wait until I’m again
With you, with you, with you, with you

A few days have passed
But on Monday I’m stuck
The sun hardly shines

Something tells me to
Turn around to look
And then is when I see you

And I feel so grand
I’m the luckiest man, because I’m
With you, with you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you

Because I’m
With you, with you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
I’m with you