Seventeen years after Martin dreamed a dream
There was leap year on Tuesday
And the Earth quaked Italy to tears
But the bull raged on
She had hair down to there
And a smile that could break your heart
He had eyes of copper and honey
And they met in Peace Park
It was November 1980
The leaves were changing
And so were we
Starting on Sunday and ending on a Monday
There were cyclists on streets in Dover
And the UK gained one more stray
But those cyclists still rode on
They were more than friends but less than lovers
Which was fine with the way he talked
And the way she listened
But he blinked with her every stare
It was November 1981
The leaves were fading
And so were we
Nothing big, except for Wednesday
When a tanker made the mountains shake
And he kissed her with a heavy sigh
And her hair was only just to there
And his eyes were deep with caramel care
It was November 1982
The leaves were falling
And so were we