Mira Dane was an old school sweetheart
But our love was lost when we said goodbye
The schools days passed and the hard days came
Even yesterday when Mira died
When we met we were barely twelve
We were sat in a park called "The Apple Grove"
She was eating strawberries, while I was feeding ducks
With Warbutons mouldy bread
She gave me a smile
But I turned away
It was always a chase
To catch each others attention
We were near fifteen
When holdin hands became a kiss on the cheek
It was from that day I did not stop smilling
But yesterday I lost my smile
She was eighteen
And I bought a ring of friendship
With so much happiness I made her cry
And yesterday I cried
We were 21 when Mira was ill
The Cancer had spread
here was nothing could be done
And yesterday Mira stopped
I am 25 and still my days are young
Remembering The Apple Grove
The smell of strawberries
And a beautiful Mira Dane
Mira Dane was an old school sweetheart
Who I never had the chance to Wed
She will stay in my thoughts forever
Even in my dreams, when I rest my head
Mira Dane... I love you!
