British Badfinger Convention 2006 - Bob Jackson performance

If You Were Here -

If you were here,
The sun would shine a brighter yellow.
The moon would wax and wane so mellow,
If you were here.
 
If you were here,
The clouds would roll from off my shoulder.
I wouldn't feel the wind grow colder,
If you were here.
 
But it's too late to cry,
To agonize,
Well, what good would it do?
There's no point in trying
To analyze,
The color's changed to blue.
I'd shed a tear
If you were here.
 
If you were here,
The rain would wash away the sorrow,
And bring a brand new, bright tomorrow.
If you were here.
 
If you were here,
The sun would shine a brighter yellow.
The moon would be a different fellow,
If you were here.
 
I'd raise a glass and say, "Well, here's to you."
And drink the dark away.
No matter what may come,
We'd still get through
To fight another day.
I'd hold you dear
If you were here.