Ghost of Valentine

At the old cafe where the music plays The dancers sway in a twilight pirouette The drizzle of the rain casts a veil upon our thoughts Ghosts caught in the echo of our past A tallow candle burns A flicker of light remains And all the tears that fall become grey clouds in the sky Raindrops feel like kisses In a lovers' rendezvous Still we hope to meet our Valentine In the sweet of scent of June Red roses bloom Sometimes our favourite tune is lost Moments of our past Were never meant to last But a valentine in love will never pass away His love is here to stay At the old cafe where the music once played All the lovers and the dancers Have waved their last goodbye A reflection in the window Of an old man sitting there Waiting for the only one he's loved The ghost of Valentine