The Visit

She came to my door and I asked her inside
Her face had a beauty like nothing I'd seen
She was looking for someone she'd met long ago
He lived in a house by the old village green

The name that she mentioned meant nothing to me
I'd moved from the city a short while before
And I knew very little of people round here
Sorry, but I couldn't help any more

Stay away from your windows
And lock all your doors
Don't let your children alonе

I looked in her eyеs
And I said I'm not sure
I don't think he lives here no more

The story was straight from a girls' magazine
They met by the river and talked for a while
He was fishing for salmon and dreaming his dreams
She paused for a moment and started to smile

They walked out together for weeks in that summer
The memories could never be taken away
Of the picnics on Sundays, the taste of cool porter
A time before innocence started to fade

I told her I envied her youth in the village
How often I'd dream of myself in those days
A time when the people had care for each other
A time that our progress has swiftly erased

We sat there in silence and looked at each other
Slowly her features were starting to fade
There were many more questions I wanted to ask her
But only a feeling of sadness remained