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 Wynona

Her warm, red lips set me aglow

She taught me things she should not teach me

More that a young man ought to know

At nineteen years my love was Sara

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 met my lover

A woman very much alive

Lolene, Lolene your name is music

Your nearness makes my blood run wild

Alas, alas 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