From the recording Eddie Carrigan

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Nobody ever knew her name,
But she had a sadness just the same,
Whispers that haunt the darkness,
Shadows that beckon to us,
Images slowly drift away.

If love is the colour, then it’s raining
If love is the colour, then it’s fading,
If love is the colour,
Then I’m wasting away.

I couldn’t begin to understand,
She came like a ghost into this land,
And she spent a moment with me,
A spirit that only I’d see,
But she was as real as you my friend.

I can almost hear her now,
Through the wind and through the clouds,
Don’t go lady, don’t go, stay here.