Thank you, Susan. This is a fragmented lyrics, as far as I can understand:
Where you go, my heart will follow after,
there's no road you can't steer me by.
Joy or woe, your sad... and your laughter
I will share with you until I die.

There's a new
magic in the air,
magic everywhere,
magic in the breeze around the trees,
It is blue,
ever since you came
nothing is the same
as you .... your name .... me
oh, blame!
Ever since I felt
on the .... I heard
leave and go !

Where you go... etc.
Not only is one of the sweetest songs I heard, but it seems to be (if a get the underlying idea) very mature, because it seems to be sung by somebody who commited some offense against his beloved, and cries for pardon and promises his ethernal love. (If this is not the idea, ok, it COULD be, anyway it's beautiful). Of course there are many people here in Buenos Aires who could give me an opinion (or a class of English) but incredibly enough, I can't find any American singer. And the nearest American singers I know, are here at the Mudcat :))
Best regards,
Andrés Magré (who pretended to emulate Paul Robeson, and was a simple tenor)