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...