On A Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago

A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under gla*s Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a riser To Dublin I'd roam She was a bareback rider Some miles from home Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me She's a carnival driver Hung in the sky Cutting through time like a memory Strung on a wire The color of anything Fades in the air She is the film of a book of the story Of the smell of her hair Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me When everything's over Everything's clear Everyone's older And no one is here I try to remember A girl on a wire Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green Like a kite on the air Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Oh, come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me