Long Afternoons

Once I knew a woman, she loved only me
She knew how to touch and how to turn to me
She knew how to kiss and she knew how to whisper
No need to explain how I feel about her
Her hair it was brown, soft brown in the sun
I could blow it away when it came down undone
So perfumed and clean like the snow on a flower
No need to explain how I feel about her
Her ribbons and lace, we shared in her room
I remember them well and the long afternoons
Her words falling softly like a warm summer shower
No need to explain how I feel about her
Soon the hay-fields will ripen, soon the berry will show
Then they’ll fade into autumn to lay under the snow
Some years among many leave much more to remember
No need to explain how I feel about her