Maxime Delpierre - The ballad of Camden Town lyrics

I walked with Maisie long years back The streets of Camden Town I splendid in my suit of black And she divine in brown Hers was a proud and noble face A secret heart, and eyes Like water in a lonely place Beneath unclouded skies A bed, a chest, a faded mat And broken chairs a few Were all we had to grace our flat In Hazel Avenue But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store She left the latchkey on its nail And saw me nevermore Perhaps she cast herself away Lest both of us should drown: Perhaps she feared to die, as they Who die in Camden Town What came of her? The bitter nights Destroy the rose and lily And souls are lost among the lights Of painted Piccadilly What came of her? The river flows So deep and wide and stilly And waits to catch the fallen rose And clasp the broken lily I dream she dwells in London still And breathes the evening air And often walk to Primrose Hill And hope to meet her there Once more together we will live For I will find her yet : I have so little to forgive; So much, I can't forget