Isobel Anderson - Botanical romance

I met you on a Friday,
It was at the city market,
You were buying oranges,
I was wearing makeup,
We talked about the weather,
You said it couldn't get much better,
And then you asked me,
If I would go for a walk.

Maybe it's time to move on,
For he was long ago,
And isn't there to care anymore.

We walked through the city street,
To the Botanical Gardens,
We walked past the old folks,
Walking dogs,
In the park.
And with every foot step,
Flowers bloomed beneath our feet,
And then you asked me,
"Do you think you could love me?"

Maybe it's time to move on,
For he was long ago,
And isn't there to care anymore.

So I guess I'll come clean,
We never left the city market,
You were just some guy,
Who smiled at me,
In the crowd.
We never talked about the weather,
You know it couldn't get much wetter,
You were just some day dream to add to the pile.

Maybe it's time to move on,
For he was long ago,
And isn't there to care anymore.
He isn't there anymore.