CATHY


Cathy
I first saw you
Leaving
On the last train
From town
I love you

Cathy
I saw you
Hiding
Behind a paper
You’d read
All afternoon
I love you

Your face
Is a beacon on the shore
And I am the seaman 
In a storm
Won’t you help me?
Won’t you guide me in?





© McGie/Lundquist