Chris De Burgh - Leningrad

There she stood in an empty room, 
heard a voice from another time,
And the memories came rolling back 
of Leningrad in the war;

For the girl in the photograph, 
much had changed in the years that passed,
But her longing for the boy 
she loved was still the same since the war;

It was a moonless night upon the road of life,
when he'd held her to say goodbye,
Many more would survive, 
for he stayed behind to help them live again;

When they met at the garden gate, 
tears would fall from a deep embrace,
For she never knew 
what happened to the boy she loved in the war;

Back in those happy days, 
before the soldiers came,
To break down the ones who remained,
And they only survived, 
who could learn to die, and live to fight again;

There they stood in an empty room, 
heard a voice from another time,
And their memories 
came rolling back of Leningrad in the war.