It Was Almost Like a Song

Once in ev'ry life someone comes along;
And you came to me -- it was almost like a song.

You were in my arms just where you belong;
We were so in love -- it was almost like a song.

January through december
We had such a perfect year;
Then the flame became a dying ember,
All at once, you weren't here.

Now my broken heart cries for you each night,
And it's almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write.

Now my broken heart cries for you each night,
And it's almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write,

It's much too sad to write.