Walking alone through the street,
Silently calling your name, so sweet.
Sometimes the sun hasn't yet appeared,
But a sudden flower turns violet near.
Walking alone through the street,
Silently calling your name, discreet.
My feet grow soft with every step,
Calling sadness by name as I reflect.
How many times has a smile passed by,
So we could still remember why?
How many times have hands let go,
And sadness kissed lips, sinking low?
Once we had each other near,
Let it last, year by year.
If ever life tears us apart,
Let pain find its way to the heart.
Walking alone through the street,
Silently calling your name, discreet.
Oh wind, oh wind, rise and blow,
Dust stings my eyes as memories grow.
Walking alone through the street,
Silently calling your name, so sweet.
Clothes once untouched by the world's embrace,
Wait for autumn's golden lace