(Leslie SatcherTommy Conners)



She loved him most when his eyes were gray

The palest shade of a winter day

They filled her with a raging fire

And a bittersweet desire



She shined for him like candlelight

That softly beckons in the night

But he said no right to her face

Then simply turned and walked away



All Heaven watched from way on high

True love given and denied

And while her heart was broke and bleed?

Sorrowful angels wept into their wings



She wore him like a lock and chain

Only in dreams she spoke his name

By day it slipped upon her tongue

The taste of unrequited love



Now her hair is long and gray

The palest shade of a winter day

She never took a ring of gold

She swears she never loved a soul



All Heaven watched from way on high

True love given and denied

And while her heart was broke and bleed?

Sorrowful angels wept into their wings

Sorrowful angels wept into their wings



She loved him most when his eyes were gray