It happened some time ago, just when, we won't say now,
We won't bother to discuss the details about why, where or how.
Let's just consider the important facts that now before us lie,
And hope that I'll remember them in the long gone bye and bye.
She was a blue-eyed blonde, only about five foot three,
A really pretty girl and just as sweet as could be.
I don't know what she did to me, but my heart went jumping around,
And it really surprised me 'cause it made the craziest sound.
It didn't just go "pitty-pat" like normal hearts usually do,
The crazy thing went "bangety-bang" and really had me in a stew.
Her voice, when she spoke, was sweet and low,
her skin was soft and fair,
And whenever she came near,
I was intoxicated by the fragrance in her hair.
The touch of her hand was like electricity that could soothe away blues or pain,
And her smile was like a new sunny day after four or five days of rain.
But alas, she wasn't for me, I didn't stand a chance I knew,
For she paid not the slightest attention no matter what I would do.
Yes, she was beautiful all right, I worshiped the ground where she trod,
And I'd have given anything to keep her near, or maybe just get a friendly nod.
But she wouldn't have anything to do with me, you must have guessed of course,
That she was the farmer's daughter, and I, - - I was her saddle horse.
By F. W. (Lucky) Hope
