She can’t be as bad as they say she is.
She’s a kind, loving woman.
She’s an angelic smile
That beckons up the sunlight
That rushes up to please
This kind, warm, loving lady
As she leaves me
Oh, so pleased
To have known her.

 

Linda?
(Oh – Linda!)
Is that you or just the wind?
You speak so tenderly the birds hush their singing.
You speak softness with your eyes
That have a golden glimmer
And cherish precious moments
For lonely nights alone
As you leave me
Oh, so pleased
To have known you.