La, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

She was born in April

1783

The only daughter of a lawyer in a little town that skirted the sea

She showed her mother's beauty

And when she caught his eye

He was taken by her innocence it'd only be a matter of time



But then one day a cold wind blew and she took ill and wouldn't make it long

And all that he could do was sit and wonder how something so right could go so wrong



And before she died he told her that he loved her

He said I know we'll be together sometime soon

He said I don't believe in heaven as he brushed his tears aside

And he added just before he closed her eyes

If you think that this was good

Wait until the next life



It was a Friday

1983


A car approaching

And when they met eyes

They sort of smiled at one another for a while but they didn't know why



Then something made her shudder like a butterfly set free from her cocoon

A flash of indistinguishable moments shared in rainy afternoons



They were married on the second day of summer

Watched the beauty turn to wrinkles over time

And before he died she told him that she loved him

And it was when she said these words he realized

If you think that this was good

Wait until the next life



So if you feel like you have known someone forever

Don't just walk away and spend the night alone

Because it could be someone far behind your future

Waiting for their heart to come back home



And if you think that this was good

Wait until the next life