Spanish Steps

The first time I saw her She was wearing scarves of white That little spark between us Took only seconds to ignite And then it occured to me But suddenly I was standing there alone On the Spanish steps of Rome I kept searching through the allies Kept searching through the catacombes that night I closed my eyes and threw a coin in the fountain She was nowhere insight I wandered through the holy city Like a beggar beneath the moon lit dome Near the Spanish steps of Rome I heard a voice as I looked through my fingers And saw the old monsigneur He gave me his blessing and said to me: