The first time I saw her

She was wearing scarves of white

That little spark between us

Took only seconds to ignite

And then it occured to me

But suddenly I was standing there alone

On the Spanish steps of Rome



I kept searching through the allies

Kept searching through the catacombes that night

I closed my eyes and threw a coin in the fountain

She was nowhere insight

I wandered through the holy city

Like a beggar beneath the moon lit dome

Near the Spanish steps of Rome



I heard a voice as I looked through my fingers

And saw the old monsigneur

He gave me his blessing and said to me: