It was on a Sunday morning Among a Coterie last Spring Through the merry din I turned on just a whim She was standing at the door As if the Sun was shining in And I felt there in my heart Something stirring deep within
Whatever could it be Something was happening to me Standing there inane, I said ‘I hope you’ll come again’ Was it to beguile She left with just a smile She quietly slipped away Haven’t seen her till this day
An unhappy happenstance Had I lost my chance? A sad refrain, didn't even.... Didn’t even know her name Regardless, all the same I prayed she’d come again How should I begin Shouting to the wind
I just shouted, ‘Come again’ Come again, come again Won’t you please come again And although I could see her face She was gone without a trace There was no trace Just a memory of her pretty face Just a memory.
