I love, love, love this song. What more can I say. It is from what is probably the second Gordon Lightfoot album I ever bought; The Very Best of Gordon Lightfoot.
There are a lot of good songs on that album, but this one has remained the song that has always given me chills. The good kind. You just have to listen to it to understand.
The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And she walked alone
The last time she kissed my cheek
Her lips were like the wilted leaves
Upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten
The Last Time I Saw Her, Gordon Lightfoot
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