Ó Valerie, por favor, follow me, call on me, o que quiseres !

Valerie
Stevie Winwood

So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair
I cant help remember just where she touched me
Theres still no face here in her place
So cool, she was like jazz on a summers day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she cant be that warm with the wind in her arms

Valerie, call on me-call on me, valerie
Come and see me-Im the same boy I used to be

Love songs fill the night, but they dont tell it all
Not how lovers cry out just like theyre dying
Her cries hang there in time somewhere
Someday, some good wind may blow her back to me
Some night I may hear her like she used to be
No it cant be that warm with the wind in her arms

So cool, she was like jazz on a summers day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Dont tell me youre warm with the wind in your arms