Leopold Street

You were young, but your eyes were younger still

When you found me there

And you rode down the street watch me work

Building tables and chairs

You wore white, we were married in July

In a church on a hill

And I cried 'cos you looked just like the winter

Dressed in the light

Where do I go?

What do I know now?

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone

With my hands oh I worked the night and day

And I built you a home

And we raised our own children in those walls

Now they're happy and gone

And our yard it was colourful with flowers

That scented the air

And I watches as they slowly died away

When you needed me there

Who do I be?

What do I see now?

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone

You grew old so much faster than I could

And I knew you would go

Laid to rest on a Sunday afternoon

And you left me alone

How do I live?

What do I give now?

With me sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone