Eighteen, I was--
and a bright gleam shone
in my brown eyes
and his soul and mine
clasped each other's hands
in answer to my heart's cries.

So warm, he was--
his loving smile, his warm embrace
I felt his love flow over me,
his gentle hands
softly touch my face...

So wise, he was--
gentle hands lovingly showing me...
and when I had become
a woman, in truth
I felt it forever change me...

So sad, it was--
That September day. The wind gave a sigh
as those gentle lips that knew me so well
touched mine softly, and whispered goodbye.

Two years--no; forever, it was--
a weeping winter's eve, my heart so gray
I felt my soul stop breathing
when I saw him across the way...

Wounded, and bleeding, my heart was--
and these sad brown eyes couldn't help but see
Him, and his wife
their baby child
loving each other, across from me...

Time--oh, time! Turn back again
This knife in my soul I couldn't feel then
These cold, knowing winds
blew over me
and now I am someone
I can't bear to be...
Time--Sweet Time, turn your face away
And let me step back to before this day
when those cruel, knowing winds
blew over me
and changed me to this lost one
that can't bear to be.