Sir Oliver - Freya

Oh, Oh It’s not fair, it’s not even close to fair

I Can’t help crying, though I don’t want to go there

He was beautiful, he was special

He would listen even talking to myself

I will miss him, I will cry

I don’t get it yet, but God I try

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

He still warms my feet in bed at night

In my dreams we still have our playful fights

I Can’t help blaming him for leaving so soon

Can’t help thinking there was something we could do

I will miss him, I will cry

I don’t get it yet, but God I try

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

It’s not fair, it’s not even close to fair

I can’t help crying, though I don’t want to go there

He was beautiful, he was special

He would listen even talking to myself

I will miss him, I will cry

I don’t get it yet, but God I try

I, I miss you

I, I, I cry

I, I miss you

I, I, I cry

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

In the memory of Oliver

I sing to you Sir Oliver

You’re an angel now Sir Oliver

Bet you always wanted to fly

You’re an angle now sweet Oliver

Bet you always wanted to fly, Oliver

I do miss you sweet Oliver

I will miss you…