The Shadow Of Your Smyle
John Patton Lyrics


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The shadow of your smile
When you have gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn

Look into my eyes my love and see
All the lovely things you are to me
Our wistful little star
It was far, too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so did I

Now when I remember spring
All the joys that love can bring




I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile

Overall Meaning

In "The Shadow of Your Smile," John Patton sings about how the memories of his lover's smile will stay with him even long after she is gone. The song begins with the idea that the shadow of her smile will color all his dreams and light the dawn. The lyrics hint at the depth of his affection for his lover, as he describes all the lovely things she is to him. He urges her to look into his eyes, so she can see the depth of his love for her. The mood of the song is wistful and melancholic, as if the singer is already mourning the loss of his love, even though she is still with him.


In the chorus, the singer remembers how they first met, when they were both young and full of hope, represented by the wistful little star that was far too high for them. But then a teardrop kissed her lips, and he did too. This moment represents their union and their love for each other.


In the final verse, the singer reflects on the joys of their love and what it meant to him. He says that when he remembers spring and all the joys that love can bring, he'll remember the shadow of her smile. The lyricist uses this powerful image of the shadow of her smile to suggest that although she may be gone, her memory and their love will continue to color his dreams and his life.


Line by Line Meaning

The shadow of your smile
The lasting memory of your smile


When you have gone
When you are no longer here with me


Will color all my dreams
Will influence and impact all my dreams


And light the dawn
And fill my mornings with hope and happiness


Look into my eyes my love and see
Look deep into my eyes and understand


All the lovely things you are to me
All the wonderful and cherished qualities you possess


Our wistful little star
Our star, which had a melancholic quality


It was far, too high
It was unreachable and too distant


A teardrop kissed your lips
A tear rolled down your face and touched your lips


And so did I
And I, too, shed a tear for our star


Now when I remember spring
Now when I think back to a time of renewal and new beginnings


All the joys that love can bring
All the happiness and ecstasy that love can bring


I will be remembering
I will recall


The shadow of your smile
The lasting memory of your smile




Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PAUL WEBSTER, JOHNNY MARDEL

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