The Last Time I Saw Her, ©1968 by Gordon Lightfoot  



The last time I saw her face

Her eyes were bathed in starlight 

And her hair hung long

The last time she spoke to me

Her lips were like the scented flowers 

Inside a rain-drenched forest



But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel

The way I felt before 

And if time could heal the wounds

I would tear the threads away 

That I might bleed some more 

                                       

The last time I walked with her

Her laughter was the steeple bells

That ring to greet the morning sun

A voice that called to everyone

To love the ground she walked upon

Those were good days

                                       

The last time I held her hand

Her touch was autumn, spring and summer 

And winter too

The last time I let go of her

She walked a way into the night

I lost her in the misty streets

A thousand months, a thousand years

When other lips will kiss her eyes

A million miles beyond the moon

That's where she is

                                       

But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel 

The way I felt before

And if time could heal the wounds

I would tear the threads away 

That I might bleed some more

                                       

The last time I saw her face

Her eyes were bathed in starlight 

And she walked alone

The last time she kissed my cheek

Her lips were like the wilted leaves

Upon the autumn covered hills

Resting on the frozen ground

The seeds of love lie cold and still

Beneath a battered marking stone

It lies forgotten