(S. Silverstein)
And I remember her on the streets of New York City
As I walked the night needing some place warm to go
As she passed I said «Hey there’s snowflakes on your lashes»
And she laughed and said, «That isn’t snow»
She said, «they’re feathers from a pillow God is shaking in the sky»
And she opened smiling lips to catch a snowflake blowing by
And we both began to laugh and then I looked into her eyes
And it was warm again
But
I never got to know her very well
All we did was spend a little time
You’re waiting for a story but there’s really none to tell
She’s just a passing shadow on my mind
But I remember her as we woke up warm together
In her sunlit room, and she said, «I’ll help you pack»
And she sewed my shirt and I said, «I’ll stay forever»
But she laughed and put some cookies in my sack
And she said «Leave a trail of cookie crumbs as you walk through the snow
And someday I’ll follow after and I’ll find you where you go»
And I left her in her doorway but why I’ll never know
But I was younger then
So
I never got to know her very well
All we did was spend a little time
You’re waiting for a story but there’s really none to tell
She’s just a passing shadow on my mind
Oh you’re waiting for a story but there’s really none to tell
(c) 1996 Tro Essex Music