(And) I Remember Her - Jim Croce

Met her in the summer

She was selling flowers In the streets of Paris

And we passed away the hours

Talking with our eyes and laughing

'Cause I spoke not her language

Still I remember her

Still we understood completely

That our love would last no longer

Than the mornings early chime

Still I cannot forget her

And the hours we spent together

And the time that she was mine

And I remember her

At first I felt uneasy

Cause she didn’t care to know me

'Till our bodies introduced us

And we cared to know no more

In her softness warmth and giving

In her selfless way of giving

She had taught me so much more

Still we understood completely

That our love would last no longer

Than the mornings early chime

Still I cannot forget her

And the hours we spent together

And the time that she was mine

And I remember her

We parted in the rainy streets of Paris

She looked at me as though I’d never been

Then disappeared into a crowd of strangers

Her flowers in her hand

To sell her life again

Still we understood completely

That our love would last no longer

Than the mornings early chime

Still I cannot forget her

And the hours we spent together

And the time that she was mine

And I remember her

And I remember her