February ‘sixty three’ the cold would chill your bones
There’s a couple walking down the road West 4th Street and Jones
Shoulders hunched against the cold
They walk through melting snow
She smiles for the camera
And he affected not to know
His hands deep in his pockets his head was slightly bowed
All the studied nonchalance that the weather would allow
Her arms wrapped round him like a shawl
To keep him from the cold
Love so warm can melt away
What once she had to hold
Spring came late in sixty-three and it faded like a kiss
Winter came in early landed like a fist
When Kennedy got shot
In that Lincoln limousine
Drenched us all in blood and splintered bone
Right on our TV screen
When I kissed my girl on Gower Street, how was I to know
That we’d begun to drift apart as I stumbled through Soho
In the unforgiving neon light
The words she could not speak
Were written in her mascara
That dried upon my check
But the world will keep on turning young lovers drift apart
Bob and Suzy’s rhyming steps leave their footprints on the heart
In the jingle jangle morning
Dylan and Rottollo
In a ‘freeze frame’ photograph
Eternally, tomorrow
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Ralph McTell Lyrics – West 4th Street And Jones