Eastern Girl ©1998 Richard March Slow city train, my mind wanders far Back to the summer, to the mountains I were Beautiful people were all that I knew One of the finest was you My eastern girl, you're so refined Never a stranger, and never unkind So much a woman, but early in age You give me the courage, to turn a new page You search for an idol, a model, a guide To give you direction; keep your soul satisfied As you get older, been 'round a few bends The ones you put faith in, are the ones you call friends So let me just call you a friend Though you're far away, these feelings I send It's not been a lifetime, not even a year But when I first met you, it became quite clear Yours was a beauty, I longed to define It was only a matter of time