It’s her hair dancing in November wind
That teaches me how to so finely grow,
And it’s her loving all those who have sinned
That made me fall in love ages ago.
It’s her warm laugh on every given night
That will make any embrace so tender.
It’s the way my heart fills with such delight
That has to cause my soul to surrender.
It’s her muffled tears ending a hard day
That wrench my heart like you would not believe,
And it’s her memory fading away
That ruined me like you could not conceive.
I love her so much it doesn't seem true
That it’s from atop that building she flew.