I was his foreigner
   And he was mine.
   We ate on terraces
   And drank the cheapest wine.
   And he believed in me
   Down by the serpentine.
   How was I to know
   it was the best thing
   To come along for a long time.
  
   I turned the page
   And saw three children with smiles.
   I looked to see
   What I could make of the youngest child.
   And as she blew the candles out
   She turned five.
   How was I to know
   It was the best thing
   To come along for a long time.
  
   What do the people at the end of the world do
   About time? What about time?
   Their secret sleeps with me.