As I was walking round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
Might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
Knew without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls
Other girls
In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes Id been there before
Been there before
I aint often right but Ive never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in the song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Aint nothing wrong with the way she moves
Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And theres nothing wrong with the look thats in her eye
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by
Let her pass by
The wind in the willows played tea for two
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody is playing in the Heart of Gold Band
Heart of Gold Band