I still see Elisa, she keeps on returning   As breathless, young as ever   I still hear Elisa and still feel the yearning   To hold her against me again      Her heart was made of holidays   Her smile was made of dawn   Her laughter was an April song   That echoes on and on      Since I saw Elisa   The shadows are falling   And winter is calling above   But I still see Elisa      Whenever I dream of love