With her brown leather purse
And her high-heeled shoes
She sits on a bench on the platform
And she waits for the first train that arrives
His watch one spring afternoon
Don't cry, I'll come back
Before the leaves fall from the willows
Think of me, I'll come back for you
Your childish watch stopped
On a leaden April afternoon
In your garden even the last flower
There isn't even one willow on Main Street
Sad from so much waiting
If a train whistles in the distance
One after another she sees them pass
She looks at their faces, she hears them talk
That the traveler returned
On her green pine bench
'Penelope, my faithful lover, my peace
Stop weaving dreams in your mind now
Look at me, I'm your love, I'm back'
With eyes full of yesterday
His face and skin weren't like that
'You're not the one I'm waiting for'
With her brown leather purse
And her little high-heeled shoes