Spanish Steps - Eric Andersen

Meet me on the Spanish steps oh you will not wait long

Near the place where we first met it was on the streets of Rome

You were young and your eyes were bright your cheeks were flush and fair

We were eye to eye on the Spanish steps I can see you standin there

When I was sailing the Portland coast your face came back to me

It became so real it was never a memory

A friend once asked would I send a word to the one in the long blue skirt

I didn’t want to lose you I didn’t know what one was worth

Later on we met again and we drank by the Oslo docks

The fire of art shot from your hands spillin freely from your heart

More than a smell of a memory and more than a love by choice

The thing that I remember best was the beauty in your voice

So now it’s you and I my love and the two you bore for me

I love you for your strength that you carry so quietly

So let us hold our glasses high and keep our voices hid

And take me down on this summer’s eve beneath the birches now

Meet me on the Spanish steps oh you will not wait long

Near the place where we first met it was on the streets of Rome

You were young and your eyes were bright your cheeks were flush and fair

We were eye to eye on the Spanish steps I can see you smilin there

I still see you smilin there