by Jane Smith

Created on: December 29, 2009   Last Updated: December 30, 2009

ALONE

It's a still, clear night
She wanders outside
The stars are too bright
And the sky is too wide
Far above Bundy Hill
There's the glow of  the moon
The air is too chill
And the time is too soon

It's three in the morning
And he's gone, yes he's gone
It's three in the morning
And she's not moving on
Since he left her she's smiled
To the neighbours by day
But when the dark closes in

Her poor heart gives way
Her poor heart gives way

She follows the trail
Of a small satellite
That crosses the sky
From the left to the right
And she thinks how it feels
To be travelling up there
Flying through space
With the stars in her hair

But it's three in the morning
And he's gone, yes he's gone
It's three in the morning
And she's not moving on
Since he left her she's smiled
To the neighbours by day
But when the dark closes in
Her poor heart gives way
Her poor heart gives way

Her darling's beside her
And they're flying together
There's sleep in their eyes
For the dreams that they gather
And he touches her hand
And she strokes his dear cheek
Then she bids him farewell
Down by Fletcher's Creek

Now it's three in the morning
And he's gone, yes he's gone
It's three in the morning
And she's not moving on
Since his passing she's said
That she's feeling okay
But when the dark closes in
Her poor heart gives way
Her poor heart gives way

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