Did you see her walking ?

Did she come around here, sir ?

Black hair, brown eyes

My beautiful leah



She was always so needing

Said "I have no-one"

Even as I held her

She went out looking for someone

Looking for someone



She only had nightmares

And her sadness never lifted

And slowly over the years

Her lovely face twisted



Did she come around here, Sir?

I swear you would remember

Black hair, brown eyes

Late september

October, November, December



It never leaves my mind

The last words she said

If I don't find it this time

Then I'm better off dead