When but a boy I courted Sally
My life was young, not quite sixteen
At seventeen I met Wynona
Her warm, red lips set me aglow
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 be st
Time has flown and I am older
My years are five and thirty- five
Too late, too late I met my lover
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
