Without You Ilse DeLange

The smell of the roses
Out in the garden without you
The first day of spring
The birds they don't sing, without you
The little child, who's young and wild, and free
He knows your name, but it's not the same, without you

And every morning
One cup of coffee, not two
I start to cry, but I always try, not to
Cause I know, you see me when I long for you
Now there's just one left of us, not two

I can hear you talking
I can feel you still
Alone now I am walking
Can't see past the hill
A part of me says I should be with you
A part of me, has learned to be, without you

I still wear the ring
It's one of those things from you
And your old radio
Plays songs that I know from you
We danced until we felt the morning dew
And I'm thinking of, how I learned love, from you