♪ Mm,
mm,
Ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh ♪
She doesn't fill my days with her sweet,
sweet loving ways.
She's not around to adore.
No, not any Brambley,
little Brambley,
no not anymore.
Flowers bloom and die,
the sun breaks down and cries,
some birds don't
sing as before,
no not anymore.
I'll remember forever after,
the sound of
Brandy's happy laughter,
like a summer breeze right through the trees.