LOOKING AT ME
On a warm evening walk, at the end of the day
I stopped for a drink outside a cafe
I saw a nice girl, nearby a May tree
and I thought she was looking at me.
She ordered a drink, I ordered one too
as the band started up she was tapping her shoe
she tried to make out she was sipping her tea
but I knew she was looking at me.
How could I possible win, much as I needed to love her?
For me to try, was no sin, if she had not another
So I walked to her table, (I fancied my chance)
and I asked her politely if she wanted to dance
she said, "I knew we were going to be
when I saw you were looking at me."
So now to the end of my story and plea
this meeting of ours close by the May tree
and I hope that forever it always will be
that I'm looking at her and she's looking at me
Oh I hope that for ever it always will be
that I'm looking at her and she's looking at me.
By John Brown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem