The last time I saw her face,
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me,
Her lips were like the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago
That I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds,
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were good day
The last time I held her hand,
Her touch was autumn, spring and
Summer, and winter too
The last time I let go of her,
She walked a way into the night
I lost her in the misty streets,
A thousand months, a thousand miles
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon,
That's where she is
But that was so long ago
That I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds,
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last time I saw her face,
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And she walked alone