Lolene

When but a boy I courted Sally my life was young not quite sixteen We talked of things I sometimes dreamed of and things beyond my wildest dreams At seventeen I met Wynonna her warm red lips set me aglow She taught me things she should not teach me more than a young man ought to know At nineteen years my love was Sarah she was much older than the rest Of all the men she said had kissed her she loved the way I kissed her best Time has flown and I am older my years are five and thirty-five Too late too late I've met my lover a woman very much alive Lolene Lolene your name is music your nearness makes my blood run wild Less and less I cannot claim you compared to me you're but a child So one last time I must be with you and kiss the lips that thrilled my heart And then goodbye no more to see you forever we must be apart