| The taxi lights were in your eyes, so warm against St. Mary’s spires |
| The carnival was over in the rain |
| And arm in arm through Vincent Street, the evening hanging like a dream |
| I touched your face and saw the night again |
| And in your arms, I watched the stars ascend |
| And sweep a loneliness away for a while |
| Your fingers white and locked in mine, I kiss your face and kiss your eyes |
| Until they turn to me and softly smile |
| And empty hearted, I walked on, the river flowing to the song |
| Of evening in the darkness and the rain |
| The Christmas lights were far downstream, the wind so lonely and unreal |
| I saw your face and I thought you were a dream |
| But when I saw your eyes, what could I do? |
| What could I say, my love? |
| Your kisses, they will hide away the stars |
| It’s Saturday, the evening’s come, the football crowds have all gone home |
| But still behind this window, I look on |
| December’s leaves so slowly fall to cars that break the evening’s pall |
| And I will wait for you to come tonight |