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

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.