(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