when shall I linger by the stair
where I first met you standing there
you in coat, my long, long brown hair
where I first met you last December

when shall I linger by the stair
where a woolen  scraf so willingly shared
you wrapped it round my face and  hair
the beginnings of our love affair
when shall I meet you there

when shall I linger by the stair
my hair now cut your shoulders bare
the summer warmth still finds love shared
no given end to a this fond affair
when shall I linger by the stair
I shall meet you there....

Slowly it drifts past me
driven by steady, determined steps
this blue scarf
seemingly floating, on her shoulders
as if unnafected by the laws of nature
this blue scarf
suddenly ripping me out of my ordinary world
and into this dreamlike void where all time stops
like a bright beacon of light
this blue scarf
it guides me, and comforts me
this blue scraf
on her shoulders