Leopold Street

You were young

But your eyes were younger still when you found me there

And you rode

Down the street to watch me work, building tables and chairs

You wore white

We were married in July in a church on a hill

And I cried

'Cause you looked just like the winter dressed in the light

Where do I go, what do I know now?

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone

With my hands

Oh, I worked the night and day and I built you a home

And we raised

Our own children in those walls, now they're happy and gone

And our yard

It was colourful with flowers that scented the air

And I watched

As they slowly died away when you needed me there

Who do I be, what do I see now?

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone

You grew old

So much faster than I could and I knew you would go

Laid to rest

On a Sunday afternoon and you left me alone

How do I live, what do I give now?

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone