Empty streets in a town I once walked
A town which is fading
Or so my sisters say
It was always too late for us, my love,
Cold winds blew our dreams away.,
We were both born too early or too late
See, the scattered snow settling in.
The misery of a future when he's not there.
I look into my dreams even before you knew
I existed and all the twists of life tangled
Me up into this mess.
Who can foresee the ends of life?
In this storm of wind
Of being cold and of being young and of being old
Please do not tell me that the stars will not shine -
They are just God's joke at our expense -
Life is lent, not given, borrowed on a whim
Hoping Serendipity was
Mistress of our whole intent. But ill-luck and chance
And the remains of an old romance
Conspired to come into it too late .
And, then, there was fate....
A cold body in a lake
Love that came too late
To recreate oh!
all those blue-remembered hills of home.