Meet
Me
On
Steps
Meet me on the
Spanish
Steps
Oh you will not wait long
Near the place where we first met
It was on the streets of
Rome
You were young and your eyes were bright
Your cheeks were flush and fair
We were high to high on the
Spanish steppes
I can see you standing there
When I was sailing the
Portland coast
Your face came back to me
It became so real it was never a memory
A friend once asked would I send a word
To the one in the long blue skirt
I didn't want to lose you
I didn't know what one was worth
And later on we met again
And we drank by the
Aslow docks
The fire of heart shot from your hands
Spilling freely from your heart
More than a smell and a memory
And more than a love by choice
The thing that I remember best
Was the beauty of wine
So now it's you and
I, my love, until you're gone from me
I love you for your strength
that you carry so quietly
So let us hold our glasses high
and keep our voices here
Take me down on this summer's
eve beneath the birch trees
Meet me on the
Spanish
Steps, oh you will not wait long
Near the place where we first met,
it was on the streets of
Rome
You were young and your eyes were bright,
your cheeks were flush and fair
You were eye to eye on the
Spanish steps, I can see a smile in your hair
I still see a smile in your hair
You