The Visitor

Chas Cochran - © 2003 BMI

You know it wasn't in her eyes,
Now I realize, eyes so clear and bright,
When I saw her standing there, it wasn't her brown hair.
Touched by morning light.
I really don't recall, noticing at all...
Her form or her slight frame,
It wasn't just the place, or her lovely face,
Nor when I learned her name...

I listened as if,
I had no choice,
The thoughts she expressed,
With her calm, soothing voice...

It was the words that she spoke,
The emotions they evoked,
Words so sweet and true.
It was the words that she said,
Soothing to my head,
So completely new...
It was the things that I heard,
I hung on every word,
I prayed she would not end,
It was balm to my ears,
Moved me to tears...
Caused the heart to mend...

I was in ecstasy, my head was spinning around...
And when she walked away, she gently let me down...

I'll be back again...

You know it wasn't just her smile,
Wasn't just her style,
Wasn't that at all...
I don't believe it was just me,
Hoping endlessly,
Headed for a fall.
It wasn't her sweet charms,
The gestures with her arms,
The intenseness of her look,
Nor her personality
Her congeniality,
Or intentions I mistook...

It was the words that she spoke,
The emotions they evoked,
Words so sweet and true.
It was the words that she said,
Soothing to my head,
So completely new...
It was the things that I heard,
I hung on every word,
I prayed she would not end,
It was balm to my ears,
Moved me to tears...
Caused the heart to mend...

I was in ecstasy, my head was spinning around...
And when she walked away, she gently let me down...

I'll be back again...