Lyrics

If you’d listen close, you’d often hear her voice,
drifting from her window.
All her memories’ remains, are in those old refrains,
from so long ago.

She sounds as sweet as a lark,
but doesn’t sing anymore.
Since he’s gone life is dark,
for the lady next door.

If you’d ask her the name, of the man in the picture frame,
would she call him, love at first sight?
While her daughter pretends, that old family and friends,
are doing alright.

She sounds as sweet as a lark,
but doesn’t sing anymore.
Since he’s gone life is dark,
for the lady next door.


She sounds as sweet as a lark,
but doesn’t sing anymore.
Since he’s gone life is dark,
for the lady next door.


La la la…..