Meantime - Ritchie

Far away, far away,

Far away from here

There is no sorrow after joy

Nor away from fear

Far away from here…

Her lips were not very red

Nor her hair quite gold

Her hands played with rings

She did not let me hold

Her hands… playing with gold

She is somewhere past

Far away from pain

Joy can touch her not

Nor hope enter her domain

Neither love in vain

Perhaps at some day beyond

Shadows and light

She will think of me

And make for me a delight

Far away from sight…