Piano Girl
Piano girl, I still see
Your hands, with grace and ease,
Making music to touch my heart
As they moved across the keys.
I was lost in the magic moment,
In a world of magic sound
And the golden glow of autumn
That turned my heart around.
My girl, d'you know
That your music gave me love?
I felt your touch, soft as wings of a dove.
I saw swallows flying in the skies.
And the skies were as blue as your eyes.
A memory now, but vivid still,
Your hands still haunt my heart,
White fingers painting music,
With which I'll never part.
