if there should be the faintest traces of you in my summer sky my heart would pound and race and people ask me why did i pull those funny faces when i walk by the waterside i look for things to say and still i find you i won t give up don t talk of giving up and every night i swear i ve finished and when i rise to face the day resolve just fades away and so it follows trying to find strength of purpose i place temptation out of reach then search in every niche until i find you i won t give up don t talk of giving up i won t give it up love this world no thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no perhaps its only saints who suffer for those needs to which we re slaved this roaad iwalk is paved with good intentions the final choice hangs on a wire and there s no room for feet to stray the piper waits for pay and still i find you i won t give up don t talk of giving up i won t give up love this world no thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no i won t give it up love this world don t talk of giving up i won t give it up love this world no thoughts on giving up