If She Still Remembers

If she still remembers the nights we sat alone

in the kitchen of her father's home

talking of little things though no one was listening

as if something was missing or unknown.

I walked with her one winter's night

a village sidewalk under streetlights

brighter than the light of day --

they kept an unknown fear away until morning came.

Ah, if she still remembers my name.

If she still remembers that I once made her smile,

I'll still remember that for quite a while

but now in looking back sometimes it makes me sad

to think of times we had when I was a child.

I can see a river's edge and skipping stones

and her reading the legend on an ancient tree

in yellow shoes walking by me in the spring rain.

Ah, if she still remembers my name.

If she still remembers the parts I can't forget,

the parts about the words I wish I hadn't said.

I thought it all could turn on what I said to her.

I was so unsure, I didn't understand.

I couldn't catch the summer wind

so why did I think something that I said

would make her change her mind

and what kind of fool was I to think such things?

Ah, if she still remembers my name.

If she still remembers I guess I'd be surprised

because she didn't seem to care too much at the time

and maybe it's not fair if the moments that we shared

come back to me here and there on my darker nights

but after summer comes the fall

and so the moments I recall

will all slowly fade into time

until it won't bother my mind in any way

about if she still remembers my name.

The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 2/18/11 - click here to watch that video.