(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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com