She had a sunny disposition

always was a happy child

without a care in the world

running free running wild

spinning round in a whirlwind

her heart pulling the strings

but now she's older the fire is colder the writing's in her soul

tho' she's worldly-wise I see signs of winter

a long cold lonely winter

I see the signs of winter in her eyes

when she was young life stretched out ahead

there'd always be tomorrow she lived for today instead

and lately it seems to me

she was born with a broken heart

let the wind carry my words her way

my thoughts skip over the waves like a stone

if it's not too late and she goes astray

sad sweet Sarah lived too much life in too few years

it's too soon for sorrow it's too late for tears