• Blue eyes
    Long blond hair
    That charming look that lowered me into my own despair
    Would you like to hear a story
    Of what happened long, long ago on a cold winters day

    We sang
    We prayed
    We played
    Who would of known it would end today

    She danced gracefully through a silver storm
    The pine trees glisten afar
    A beautiful sight from the church yard

    Desperately I raced through the snow until
    I had reached the top of the hill
    She turned and stopped as if time had become still

    My heart had skipped a beat
    Since this would be the last time that we'll ever meet

    Maybe best friends were never meant to stay
    I was moving far away

    We said goodbye
    I swallowed what was left of my pride
    She saw right through my disguise
    I began to cry
    I said I was suppose to be the strong one
    She smiled and said maybe I was wrong

    The words slowly turned into a distant memory as the years went by
    But I still didn't want to say goodbye