The last time I saw her face   Her eyes were bathed in starlight   And her hair hung long   The last time she spoke to me   Her lips were like the scented flowers   Inside a rain-drenched forest      But that was so long ago   That I can scarcely feel the way I felt before   And if time could heal the wounds   I would tear the threads away   That I might bleed some more      The last time I walked with her   Her laughter was the steeple bells   That ring to greet the morning sun   A voice that called to everyone   To love the ground we walked upon   Those were good days      The last time I held her hand   Her touch was autumn spring   And summer and winter too   The last time I let go of her   She walked away into the night      I lost her in the misty streets   A thousand months, a thousand years   When other lips will kiss her eyes   A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is      The last time I saw her face   Her eyes were bathed in starlight   And she walked alone   The last time she kissed my cheek   Her lips were like the wilted leaves      Upon the autumn covered hills   Resting on the frozen ground   The seeds of love lie cold and still   Beneath a battered marking stone, it lies forgotten