Robert Plant

The Last Time I Saw Her, В©1968 by Gordon Lightfoot
The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me
Her lips were like the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were good days
The last time I held her hand
Her touch was autumn, spring and summer
And winter too