Anabel - Brazzaville

I met a girl last summer

Washed up on some foreign shore

She was young and delightful

Like others that I’ve known before

But the hair on my head’s a little whiter now

And when it rains my knees get sore

We went for walks on the seaside

Drank tea in a little café

She laughed the first time that I kissed her

And said that she thought I was gay

Then she moved into my little bungalow

And played my guitar everyday

Anabel

I miss you more than words could ever tell

Anabel

Your smile was like the springtime

The London skies

Are cold and gray and hide the stars at night

And when it rains

I can’t get you out of my mind

I like writing postcards

She likes to SMS

She never goes to record stores

She finds her music on the internet

But those days that we spent down by the seaside

They’re ones I’ll never forget

Anabel…