I'll tell you a story that really did happen
in a town north of London a few years ago.
A young man was sitting alone in a tavern
while outside the windows a cold wind did blow.
When into the tavern there entered a lady
with gloves on her hands and tears in her eyes.
She walked to the bar and she sat down nearby me
and ordered a brandy with water beside.
I smiled at the lady while sipping my whiskey,
saddened to see the pained look on her face.
I moved my drink over and sat down beside her
and wondered why she had come into that place.
The lady was crying, her man had stopped trying
to save the love that they had known for so long.
Her body was shaking, as her heart was breaking,
for he'd found another and now he was gone.
I held the young lady, arms tightly around her,
feeling her sorrow but no words to say.
She drank some more brandy and I drank more whiskey,
at closing the bartender sent us away.
We walked to the house of the unhappy lady
on a street near the tavern with pavement of stone.
She took me inside where we made love together,
then she slept beside me no longer alone.
Come morning I left her while she was still sleeping,
kissing her softly, not saying goodbye.
That night she'd be walking again to the tavern
to drink some more brandy with water beside.
And so ends the story that really did happen
in a town north of London a few years ago.
A lonely young lady found love in the evening
but lost it come morning with sunlight aglow.
Yes, lost it come morning with sunlight aglow.
And lost it come morning with sunlight aglow.
