Troubadour

She is a girl I met one January noon
Borrowed some books and said that I’d return them soon
If she asked about them I wouldn’t find the words to say because
I’ve never read a page until this day

Please be careful
You’ll be careful
Won’t you
Do be careful
Don’t you dare fall for words like these

I won’t dare to make a move
No I won’t dare to make a move

She is a girl who’s made of sugar more than spice
And, by some lovely accident, everything nice
She’s wise beyond her years. It’s in her soul, it’s in her name
She’s clumsy and childlike all the same

Please be careful
You’ll be careful won’t you
Do be careful
Don’t you dare fall for words like these

I won’t dare to make a move
No I won’t dare to make a move

Keep this story in a bottle
Throw it out into the sea
It could sink under the water
Or find its way to you and me
And by God if it’s the latter
Then maybe then maybe
It's meant to be

She is a poet, and she was barefoot on stage
Saw her November under starlight and the rain
I am a troubadour, my feet were meant to roam
But when I heard her words I longed for home