Brazillian Music Box

She looked through old boxes under curtain of dust Furthes in the ceiling, memories form the past Something attract her interest, it was made of brazillian teak A music box she inherit as a gift It was a summer in the green field Barefoot with the sun bruning her skin Lavender and Lillies was all he wrote In the bottom of her Brazillian music box She'd kept all her small notes she got from this boy Recognised the content. Her first love, summer 44 He came from far away, by the colour of his skin you could tell The summer past on, they agreed keep touch by mail It was a summer in the green field Barefoot with the sun bruning her skin Lavender and Lillies was all he wrote In the bottom of her Brazillian music box She only got three letters, before he fell in the war They only got this summer, her tears told she wished for more As the years went on, somehow it felt more like a dream 70 years have gone, but the love was allways real It was a summer in the green field Barefoot with the sun bruning her skin Lavender and Lillies was all he wrote In the bottom of her Brazillian music box