I came to the street where your home was
To serenade you
I walked up the street
I walked down
I did not see you
I did not hear you
I could not touch you
I could not taste you
But I could smell you.

I came to the street of your home
To serenade you
And I looked
And I listened
And I touched
And I tasted  
And I breathed
And I could sense nothing of you
But your smell.

Happy I came to your home
I sat under your window
And serenaded you
Night
And day
And another night
And another day  
And even though you did not come out
Happy I returned to my home
For I could smell
The scent of a woman
That I could not see
That I could not hear
Whom I did not touch
Whom I did not taste
But I knew it was you.