One day in the attic I became ecstatic Never such a photograph I'd seen Althought the picture faded And the light up there was shaded I held onto the stranger's face and dreamed The air was still and musty And all the treasures dusty I climbed back down the ladder to the hall The steps were weak and creaking My heart I felt was breaking I fell down and I landed on the floor What is her name? Sarah or Jane? Constance or Charmaine? What is her name? Where is she from? Rebecca or Yvonne? Sabrina or Siobhan? Where has she gone? Sat down in the kitchen Inventing tales of fiction About this beauty I held in my hand Around her throat a locket Her hands were in her pocket And soon my heart had issued a command In her eyes was sorrow Her thought though I could follow Her cheeks were pale as moonbeams in the sky Her mouth it makes me wonder Inside I felt like thunder I'd guess her name or at least though I would try