Do you remember when you walked with me Down the street into the square How the women selling rosemary Pressed the branches to your chest Promised luck and all the rest And put their fingers in your hair I had met you just the day before Like an accident of fate In the window there behind your door How I wanted to break in To that room beneath your skin But all that would have to wait In the Carmen of the Martyrs With the statues in the courtyard Whose heads and hands were taken In the burden of the sun I had come to meet you With a question in my footsteps I was going up the hillside And the journey just begun My sister says she never dreams at night There are days when I know why Those possibilities within her sight With no way of coming true Some things just don't get through Into this world, although they try In the Carmen of the Martyr With the statues in the courtyard Whose heads and hands were taken In the burden of the sun I had come to meet you With a question in my footsteps I was going up the hillside And the journey just begun All I know of you Is in my memory All I ask is you Remember me
Do you remember when you walked with me
Down the street into the square
How the women selling rosemary
Pressed the branches to your chest
Promised luck and all the rest
And put their fingers in your hair
I had met you just the day before
Like an accident of fate
In the window there behind your door
How I wanted to break in
To that room beneath your skin
But all that would have to wait
In the Carmen of the Martyrs
With the statues in the courtyard
Whose heads and hands were taken
In the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
With a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
And the journey just begun
My sister says she never dreams at night
There are days when I know why
Those possibilities within her sight
With no way of coming true
Some things just don't get through
Into this world, although they try
In the Carmen of the Martyr
With the statues in the courtyard
Whose heads and hands were taken
In the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
With a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
And the journey just begun
All I know of you
Is in my memory
All I ask is you
Remember me