Tác giả : Gordon Lightfoot
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
The last time i saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long 
The last time she spoke to me, her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest 
But that was so long ago that i can scarcely feel the way i felt before 
And if time could heal the wounds, i would tear the threads away that i might bleed some more 
The last time i walked with her 
Her laughter was the steeple bells 
That ring to greet the morning sun 
A voice that called to everyone 
To love the ground she walked upon 
Those were good day 
 
The last time i held her hand, her touch was autumn, spring and summer, and winter too 
The last time i let go of her, she walked a way into the night 
I lost her in the misty streets, a thousand months, a thousand miles 
When other lips will kiss her eyes 
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is 
 
But that was so long ago that i can scarcely feel the way i felt before 
And if time could heal the wounds, i would tear the threads away that i might bleed some more 
The last time i saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone 
 
The last time she kissed my cheek 
Her lips were like the wilted leaves 
Upon the autumn covered hills 
Resting on the frozen ground 
The seeds of love lie cold and still 
Beneath a battered marking stone 
It lies forgotten