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Slowly that scent reaches me, |
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The perfume you wear I can't forget. |
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Floating so lightly 'pon the air, |
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Just like the smoke from a cigarette. |
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I just turned around and there you were, |
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Returning almost faster than you'd gone. |
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My, but times been good to you, |
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Sleek and graceful as a swan. |
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And by the way, hello again. |
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I'm so pleased to have your company. |
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We'll count the stars under misty sky, |
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And watch them fall into the sea. |
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Your voice so whispers soft and smooth, |
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Telling me tales of a human cloud. |
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Who walked a thousand miles, |
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Just to touch their ladies gowns. |
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A noble thought, there's no doubt, |
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And I must confess I can't compete. |
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Clouds that walked a thousand miles, |
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Just to touch their ladies feet. |
