NO ORDINARY GIRL

I first saw her in the month of February
gliding through the market hall
shallow steps and singing softly
round her head a scarlet shawl

I next saw her on the road to Kington
fixing cars with a steady gaze
I drove on past uncertain how to
make sense of her solitary ways

strange hands, strange beauty
not a face for the modern world
still searching, going nowhere
no ordinary girl
no ordinary girl 

I saw her once again in August
moved closer so I could speak
held my breath and walked on past
that long scar upon her cheek

I heard the talk in the pub that evening
the ugly talk of a beauty rare
the talk of men who went home lonely
who dreamt of trying but wouldn't dare

I never heard or saw her after
I never felt that steady gaze
when I asked around no one had seen her
and only the stories and rumours remain

strange hands, strange beauty
not a face for the modern world
still searching, going nowhere
no ordinary girl
no ordinary girl