Dolly And Hawkeye

She'll be thirty two in July

And she's only known one man

A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye

Sometimes he sold pots and pans

He came to her house late one summer

When she was ripe and twenty two

He stayed awhile with her that summer

And if he left we never knew

And he called her Dolly

And he called her Dolly

And he called....

Called her Dolly

She hasn't spoken since that summer

Her hair has turned a silver grey

Her eyes turned yellow like the roses

She weeds and waters everyday

And people come to buy the roses

But sell them one she will not do

She sits there in her six foot garden

And counts the roses two-by-two

And he called her Dolly

And he called her Dolly

And he called....

Called her Dolly

One day a man came by to see her

He said he was Hawkeye's best friend

He wondered had she'd seen old Hawkeye

Her yellows eyes smiled up at him

She turned and walked down to her garden

And picked two roses of her choice

And when she gave them to the stranger

He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice

And he called her Dolly

And he called her Dolly

And he called....

Called her Dolly