There's my yellow bird And though I'd love to feel love from her It was all in the past And my white picket fence is burning to the ground There's that orange shirt Burned in my memory from this hurt It was the last time we touched I didn't know I'd never see you again Won't you let me go? For every man has known a love of this kind Just keep your hands off mine As the years go by I see the stars they slowly die And the memories fade With each passing day And as an old man looking back On the long life that I've had I will think of this and smile And be glad I knew you for a while So I'll let you go For every man has known a love of this kind Just keep your hands off mine