Love Song for the Dead Che Lyrics

Another great song written entirely by Dorothy Moskowitz. She says this is as
romantic as she can get.
At the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
I remember the taste of you, sweet in my mouth,
Laaaaate in the year.
And in the stillness of the Oriente rainfall
I remember the warmth of you, still in my arms,
Late, late in the year.
I can bring to you flowers in the night
Soft as my trembling fingers touch you--love,
I can offer you wine and candlelight
If only my aching fingers scratch you, love
Late in the year.
Late in the year.
Chords by COTH