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...