Charles Aznavour - The Sound Of Your Name

The sound of your name
Comes to me any hour
On wings of the wind
Like the scent of a flower
How can I explain
It's impossible power
The sound of your name

The sound of your name
Is a Valentine greeting
A bell when it rings
And a heart when it's beating
And drawing a spell
Where all things keep repeating
The sound of your name

Your name is a song
That I long to be writing
The music is strong
And the words are inviting
Exchangeable melodies
Strangely exciting
I found in your name

The sound of your name
Can bring times of desire
That flares like a flame
As it climbs ever higher
That burns in my senses
And turns them to fire
The sound of your name

But love is a game
That continuously changes
The players, discoveries
And the dangers
We started as lovers
We ended as strangers
Now where can I turn

Your name's the ghost
Of a chance that you gave me
A grave little dance
Just enough to enslave me
And only my grief
What is there that can save me
If you don't return

At night in my dreams
You are there, an obsession
I whisper your name
Like a prayer, a confession
You've entered my soul
And you've taken possession
And whom can I blame

For you are the heaven
On earth that I sigh for
The high unattainable moon
That I cry for
As long as I live
I will live and I'll die for
The sound of your name.