(Amaj7) The last time I (Bm/A) saw her face
(E7) Her eyes were bathed in starlight and her (Amaj7) hair hung long
The last time she (Bm/A) spoke to me
(E7) Her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched (A) forest
(D) But that was so (E) long ago that (D) I can scarcely (A) feel
The way I (Bm) felt before (Bm/A)
(Esus4) And if (E7) time could (A) heal the wounds
I would tear the (D) threads away that I might (E7sus4) bleed some more (E7)

The (Amaj7) last time I (Bm/A) walked with her
(E7) Her laughter was the steeple bells, that (D) ring to greet the (E) morning sun
(D) A voice that called to (E) everyone,(D) to love the ground she (E) walked upon
(E7) Those were (Amaj7) good days

The last time I held her hand
Her touch was autumn, spring and summer and winter too
The last time I let go of her
She walked a way into the night, I lost her in the misty streets
A thousand months, a thousand years, when other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is

But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more

The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone
The last time she kissed my cheek
Her lips were like the wilted leaves, upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground, the seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone, it lies forgotten