On A Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago

A picture of Amsterdam

Bare trees under glass

Framed in the afternoon light

Of a winter long past

When I was a raiser

To Dublin I'd roam

She was a bareback rider

Some miles from home

Come back to me

She's a carnival driver

Hung in the sky

Cutting through time like a memory

Strung on a wire

The color of anything

Fades in the air

But she is the film of a book of the story

Of the smell of her hair

Come back to me

When every thing's over

And every thing's clear

When everyone's older

And no one is here

I try to remember

A girl on a wire

Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green

Like a kite on the air

Come back to me

Come back to me