Lyrics:

(S. Silverstein)

And I remember her on the streets of New York City
As I walked the night needing some place warm to go
As she passed I said 'Hey there's snowflakes on your lashes'
And she laughed and said, 'That isn't snow'

She said, 'they're feathers from a pillow God is shaking in the sky'
And she opened smiling lips to catch a snowflake blowing by
And we both began to laugh and then I looked into her eyes
And it was warm again

But
I never got to know her very well
All we did was spend a little time
You're waiting for a story but there's really none to tell
She's just a passing shadow on my mind

But I remember her as we woke up warm together
In her sunlit room, and she said, 'I'll help you pack'
And she sewed my shirt and I said, 'I'll stay forever'
But she laughed and put some cookies in my sack

And she said 'Leave a trail of cookie crumbs as you walk through the snow
And someday I'll follow after and I'll find you where you go'
And I left her in her doorway but why I'll never know
But I was younger then

So
I never got to know her very well
All we did was spend a little time
You're waiting for a story but there's really none to tell
She's just a passing shadow on my mind

Oh you're waiting for a story but there's really none to tell

(c) 1996 Tro Essex Music