Two strangers talked softly into the night
A lot got said, many things shared
Suddenly she stood up and said, "It's time, I've got to go"
Before I could ask her name, she skipped up the path and she was gone

I left town and I havent yet returned
But the memory of her smile brings back a feeling of warmth
I can't forget the light that danced inher eyes

Her easy style, her dusky gaze
Her soft flowing dress which swayed as she walked
I remember it all like it was yesterday

Its not likely that I'll ever see you again
All there is is a memory of the night we met
Think of me sometimes and smile somewhat