Die ungezählte Geliebte

Die ungezählte Geliebte

I saw you again this afternoon.

You’d left your bike against the sunny wall

In the valley under the castle ruin.

You'd crossed the narrow wooden bridge

Over the little stream

To lie on the grass beneath a tree.

And were you waiting there for me?

Over the years we’ve met from time to time

And never once exchanged a word.

Our eyes have met again and again

And we have both looked down,

And I’ve had nothing, nothing to say

To hold up time,

And stop the moment moving on.

In shops I have seen you in a queue

Patiently waiting to pay.

Or waiting for the train to rattle in

On a busy station on the Circle Line.

I have seen you in bars and on mountain paths

But we have never stopped to talk.

Each time we continued on our track

And climbed into our different cars

And gone our different ways,

With just one hesitant look back.

Our eyes have met again and again

And then we both have looked aside,

And I’ve had nothing, nothing to say,

To hold you back,

And we’ve both gone on with our day to day

Each one on our different way.