Sandi by Mark Mills 1985 c

Her face was lined with golden hair
As she walked in the new fallen snow
I pretended not to care
How was I to know
She was eighteen and full of life
Searching for a dream
I never knew at first she would mean so much to me.
She jumped in and we drove around
In my old blue car
I looked in to her eyes the stars fell down
It took me by surprise.
Lady, Lady can't you see
Your the Lady meant for me.
From new found youth to autumn moon
Days have slipped away
We can count the moments
And our love will never fade.