One day in the attic

I became ecstatic

Never such a photograph I'd seen



Althought the picture faded

And the light up there was shaded

I held onto the stranger's face and dreamed



The air was still and musty

And all the treasures dusty

I climbed back down the ladder to the hall



The steps were weak and creaking

My heart I felt was breaking

I fell down and I landed on the floor



What is her name?

Sarah or Jane?

Constance or Charmaine?

What is her name?



Where is she from?

Rebecca or Yvonne?

Sabrina or Siobhan?

Where has she gone?



Sat down in the kitchen

Inventing tales of fiction

About this beauty I held in my hand



Around her throat a locket

Her hands were in her pocket

And soon my heart had issued a command



In her eyes was sorrow

Her thought though I could follow

Her cheeks were pale as moonbeams in the sky



Her mouth it makes me wonder

Inside I felt like thunder

I'd guess her name or at least though I would try