Did you see her walking? Did she come around here, Sir? Black hair, brown eyes My beautiful Leah She was always so needing Said, 'I have no-one' Even as I held her She went out looking for someone
She only had nightmares, And her sadness never lifted And slowly over the years Her lovely face twisted Did she come around here, Sir? I swear you would remember Black hair, Brown eyes Late September October November December
It never leaves my mind The last words she said 'If I don't find it this time, Then I'm better off dead'.
