Some times when I look from my window I see
A beautiful stranger who beckons to me.
I know where she comes from but where does she go?
One day I'll go with her and then I shall know.
Each day when she passes at ten twenty three
Her eyes find my window she smiling at me.
I run to the stairs but too late she is gone.
She'll be back tomorrow at a quarter past one.
On Sundays I miss her she doesn't come back,
I don't know the reason guess I'll never know why.
She may go away for the weekend but then
She'll come back on Monday at twenty past ten.
The week passes quickly and often I see
That beautiful stranger who beckons to me.
She stays on an island surrounded by sea
And the smile on her lips says [...?]
A beautiful stranger who beckons to me.
I know where she comes from but where does she go?
One day I'll go with her and then I shall know.
Each day when she passes at ten twenty three
Her eyes find my window she smiling at me.
I run to the stairs but too late she is gone.
She'll be back tomorrow at a quarter past one.
On Sundays I miss her she doesn't come back,
I don't know the reason guess I'll never know why.
She may go away for the weekend but then
She'll come back on Monday at twenty past ten.
The week passes quickly and often I see
That beautiful stranger who beckons to me.
She stays on an island surrounded by sea
And the smile on her lips says [...?]