Lighthouse

She was dressed in all her finery
All lavender and lace,
Her earrings hung like chandeliers
From another time and place.

A darkness did surround her
Till she opened up her eyes,
And she lit up like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies

She had colours in her mind
I ne’er knew could exist,
And a passion in her purse
That one could not resist.

She lifted up her long veil
All part of her disguise,
And she lit up like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies.

She wore her hair like Lauren
And loved her Film Noir,
If it weren’t for all the darkness
She could have been a star.

But she preferred the Femme Fatale
And all that it implies
And she lit up her like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies.

I followed her to the fountain
In the Green where first we met,
When she was sure we were alone
She sparked a cigarette.

She told me what she wanted
It struck me with surprise,
And she lit up like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies.

I told her I was nervous
And would have to think it through,
She swore this was the only way
Our love could e’er be true.

She blew a smoke-ring in the air
And a kiss sealed my demise,
And she lit up like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies.

I walked up to the Count House
And waited for him there,
Then not long after midnight
Shadowed him through George’s Square.

He was taller than Goliath
But she was such a prize,
And she lit up like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies.

When I came back down to meet her
She was outside Mitchell Lane,
Trying to buy more cigarettes
And hiding from the rain.

I told her we had his blessing
And I told her she had his eyes
And she lit up like a lighthouse
O’er the stormy seas and skies.