Something Very Special

She was something very special to me

The kind of girl you'd like to see

In a movie or a rosary

She could be straight-laced or homespun

Or free and easy on the run

She could be meek and mild or full of fun

She liked country lanes and aeroplanes

And cigarettes would make her strange

And when she wanted you she made it plain

She would never say where she came from

It didn't seem that she had anyone

To answer to or dwell upon

She liked candlelight and good wine

And I would call her any time

Of day or night she didn't mind

The was nothing that I wouldn't do

To prove to her my love was true

And she gave to me a dream or two

There were times when she would never appear

For days and then she'd disappear

But now the days have turned to years

I was something she could use

Like a good friend or a pair of shoes

Or any kind of good news

Now the eastern sky is crimson and red

As I lie here in my lonely bed

And think about the things she said

She said, darling there will come a day

When I must run far away

I will go my love and you must stay

She departed in the early spring

She didn't leave me anything

To follow or to find her

She was something very special to me

The kind of girl you'd like to see

In a movie or a rosary