Marty Willson - What Is Her Name

One day in the attic
I became ecstatic
Never such a photograph I'd seen

Althought the picture faded
And the light up there was shaded
I held onto the stranger's face and dreamed

The air was still and musty
And all the treasures dusty
I climbed back down the ladder to the hall

The steps were weak and creaking
My heart I felt was breaking
I fell down and I landed on the floor

What is her name?
Sarah or Jane?
Constance or Charm