Leopold Street

You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill And I cried 'cos you looked just like the winter Dressed in the light Where do I go? What do I know now? With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone With my hands oh I worked the night and day And I built you a home And we raised our own children in those walls Now they're happy and gone And our yard it was colorful with flowers That scented the air And I watches as they slowly died away When you needed me there Who do I be? What do I see now? With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You grew old so much faster than I could And I knew you would go Laid to rest on a Sunday afternoon And you left me alone How do I live? What do I give now? With me sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone --- Leopold Street - The Paper Kites