Okay, here it is. The background to it is that we met just a couple of weeks before I joined the RAF in 1993, fell in love etc., and she wrote this just before I was due home on leave from my trade training early the next year.:
The Dusk
People have laughed and people have cried,
Babes have been born and old men have died,
Someone has smiled at the thought of tomorrow
And someone has broken down, beaten by sorrow,
One man is lying in bed all alone,
Counting the hours till he will be home.
A girl's sitting counting those hours just the same
Tomorrow at dusk she'll be with him again.
And people will laugh and people will cry.
Babes will be born and old men will die.
And she will just smile and remember no more,
The hours that she counted just one dusk before.
