Of What Used To Be

On Summer evenings just before sundown
They used to meet on the hill overlooking the town
And as darkness did fall in the warm evening breeze
They often made love by the acacia trees
Though she said that she loved him only memories of her remain
For she left without telling him one morning in the train
And that is going back some six Summers ago
And where she is now at he does not seem to know
But rumor has it that quite well for herself she has done
That in Melbourne she's married to a wealthy bloke with a daughter and son
Yet he often thinks of the love of his life
The one who was not destined to become his wife
And though of what used to be memories he retain
She left town and he never heard from her again.