The First Time I Saw Her she Was Wearing Scarves Of White that Little Spark Between Us took Only Seconds To Ignite and Then It Occured To Me but Suddenly I Was Standing There Alone on The Spanish Steps Of Rome
i Kept Searching Through The Allies kept Searching Through The Catacombes That Night i Closed My Eyes And Threw A Coin In The Fountain she Was Nowhere Insight i Wandered Through The Holy City like A Beggar Beneath The Moon Lit Dome near The Spanish Steps Of Rome
i Heard A Voice As I Looked Through My Fingers and Saw The Old Monsigneur he Gave Me His Blessing And Said To Me