On My Mind in Astrud Gilberto

On my mind these days you're on my mind.
These days when winds blow warm and flowers fill the field.
A tender memory stills and through the day I find.
You're on my mind.

Everywhere your face seems everywhere.
Up there across my sky down here around my room.
I nearly hear your voice I almost feel your touch.
You're on my mind.

Strange and misty falling,
how the memory holds me
sad, but satisfying to

Bittersweet, the memory's bittersweet.
The hopeful first have hope the hopeless last goodbye.
A love is gone and yet when winds blow warm I find.
You're on my mind.

Bittersweet, the memory's bittersweet.
The hopeful first have hope the hopeless last goodbye.
A love is gone and yet when winds blow warm I find.
You're on my mind.