Steve, here we go, sorry for the delay: She loved him most when his eyes were grey, The palest shade of a winter day they filled her with a raging fire and a bittersweet desire

she shined for him like candlelight, That softly beckons in the night But he said 'no' right to her face then simply turned and walked away

Chorus All heaven watched from way on high true love given and denied And while her heart was broke & bleeding Sorrowful angels wept into their wings

she wore him like a lock and chain only in dreams she spoke his name by day it slept upon her tongue the taste of unrequited love

and now her hair is long & grey tyhe palest shade of a winter day she never took a ring of gold she swears she never loved a soul

writers are:

Leslie Satcher & Tommy Conners