Did you see her walking?
   Did she come around here, Sir?
   Black hair, brown eyes
   My beautiful Leah
   She was always so needing
   Said, "I have no-one"
   Even as I held her
   She went out looking for someone
   She only had nightmares,
   And her sadness never lifted
   And slowly over the years
   Her lovely face twisted
   Did she come around here, Sir?
   I swear you would remember
   Black hair, Brown eyes
   Late September
   October
   November
   December
   It never leaves my mind
   The last words she said
   "If I don't find it this time,
   Then I'm better off dead".