We met at 9; We met at 8.
I was on time; No, you were late.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
We dined with friends; We dined alone.
A tenor sang; A baritone.
That dazzling April moon; There was none that night.
And the month was June; That’s right, that’s right.
It warms my heart to know that you, remember still the way you do.
How often I’ve thought of that Friday…; Monday; …Night,
when we had our last rendezvous.
And somehow, I foolishly wondered if you might, by some chance, be thinking of it, too.
That carriage ride; You walked me home.
You lost a glove; I lost a comb.
That brilliant sky; We had some rain.
Those Russian songs; From sunny Spain?
You wore a gown of gold; I was all in blue.
Am I getting old? Oh no, not you!
How strong you were! How young and gay!
A prince of love in every way.
Ah yes, I remember it well…
May 24, 2014
We met at 9; We met at 8.
I was on time; No, you were late.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
We dined with friends; We dined alone.
A tenor sang; A baritone.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
That dazzling April moon; There was none that night.
And the month was June; That’s right, that’s right.
It warms my heart to know that you, remember still the way you do.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
How often I’ve thought of that Friday…; Monday; …Night,
when we had our last rendezvous.
And somehow, I foolishly wondered if you might, by some chance, be thinking of it, too.
That carriage ride; You walked me home.
You lost a glove; I lost a comb.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
That brilliant sky; We had some rain.
Those Russian songs; From sunny Spain?
Ah yes, I remember it well.
You wore a gown of gold; I was all in blue.
Am I getting old? Oh no, not you!
How strong you were! How young and gay!
A prince of love in every way.
Ah yes, I remember it well…