Saturday ( 1974 ) We met on a Saturday, the trees were turning gold and love was such a dirty word, both of us been sold We talked about many things but when it touched her heart then she found ways of turning from the memories that would start That's just about everything, I guess - I must have been kind for she found her life again, one song with a happy end. She left on a Saturday, the year was turning cold and drifting leaves were pages lost, a tattered story told She wanted me now to know how I had helped her see a life beyond her emptiness and she'd remember me I laughed about plane delays, I'd made sure she knew how winter can turn to spring - I talked about anything...

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