Leopold Street

You were young

But your eyes were younger still when you found me there

And you rode down the street to 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 watched 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 my sweet love gone

With my sweet love gone