a memory of faded face

The bus stops on the hill

On a clear windy day I watch

Out of the bus she walks down

A pretty girl I see

Every man on the hill

She walks alone with her bag

Nobody makes a move

They watch her in their eyes and minds

Maybe they want to try

On the hill we don't see many

The pretty women who travel alone

On the cool hill of long ago

It's only at night on the cool breezes

I walk to her and the easy conversation

We become like a couple in the days ahead

The nights of whisper and the stories stay behind

The romance in the cool hill

The nights never a dull time

Friends may ask but no answer to share

It's the secret until the day arrives

Goodbye seems the hardest to say

She is going home across the sea

It's only the memories and faded face

A pretty girl I once knew