Affair on 8th Avenue

The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she’d gone
I remember it well

And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night

Her long flowing hair came softly undone
And it lay all around
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
In the warmth of her love

And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And we played a game only she could win

And she told me a riddle I’ll never forget
Then left with the answer I’ve never found yet

“How long”, said she, “Can a moment like this
Belong to someone?”
What’s wrong, what is right, when to live or to die
We must almost be born

So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
I’m only your lover, don’t make me decide

The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she’d gone
I remember it well

And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And we played a game only she could win

And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night


Songwriter: Gordon Lightfoot
Affair on 8th Avenue lyrics © Moose Music Ltd./Early Morning Music Ltd.

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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