It Was She

It Was She

It was she who sang
by the dark window
It was her
and her voice was sweet
Like apples and cheap wine

Where she went there was love
What she left behind were mysteries,
still unsolved

It was her and it was she
I was me and then not myself
When I loved her
with a love
I had not known
But then she was gone
And I was again me
But not myself