Quincy Marketplace

When I arrived I knew you’d be there

I told my companion I must beware

As I stood surveying the Quincy Marketplace

Looking for your face.

A face that accompanies me no more

In a place we’d so often been before

We first French kissed in that outside bar

We had gone so far.

You were with a young man that I knew well

And how you were feeling it was too hard to tell

You turned the corner I could not walk a way

Neither of us knew what to say.

I’ll never forget the day we met face to face

In the Quincy Marketplace.