She was walking and hoping for a chance of a meeting down Old Hill Street.
she was skipping and dancing past the cars and dreaming for a change.
And everyday came for her as the last did before, as the new dawn made her feel gay.
But nothing was new there, it was only her tunes that blew her away.
And old hill street was swinging and burning for dear life.
She knew she was going to some place, not knowing when he would show up with his wife.
For she did not know that the love would come and never go,
she could not believe that there may be a change.
So she carried on through to the places that only she knew.
Quite and meek, like a whispering creek, creeping downstream.
And she took to a new day and found a new way to see him through his window.
With his guitar in hand, and eyes on the horizon, she fell in love.
She dreamt past that day, past that house that took here heart away.
And on the way home she knew that she would never be alone again.
Even if the tides they turned, and she might learn that he loved another,
It didn't matter, for she knew that he would be there, in her mind, until the end.
So, she did pretend that they loved and kissed and lived in bliss.
Past the world and everything that is so dangerous and angry and a-miss.
Into the horizon where the sun warms her cold feet,
into the heart of the soil and beneath a sky stained with blue and red.
yes! ... She could be happy beyond her street, so she dressed nice for the people she did meet.
Just in case he would pass by and look here in the eye to save her soul,
just in case there was something more to live for.
Beyond old hill street where she found her feet to get away.
Oh!, do meet me and see me she says, she now stays and never seems to find a way,
to getaway to where she wants to be free, like the very first time that she did see me.
The very first time and even to this day that I try to find a way to be by her side.
Down Old Hill Street, where the meetings never seem to last and time flies by in the blink of an eye.