Oh come hear a story
a stranger just told me
Of a woman who meant everything
So proud he once honed her,
but he has her no longer,
for she wears another man's ring.
He talked of the good time
they had in the springtime,
before she was stolen away.
He blamed her, oh no none,
he said she was too young,
and that's why she wanted to stray.
We drank to her new love,
that it might be true love,
her future both happy and bright.
With his eyes growin' misty,
he drank down the whiskey
that was tellin' his story, that night.
And though he didn't even know me,
he told me all of his story.
And not one single word did
he say without pride.
And then he asked me if I blamed her.
But oh, when he named her,
I wanted to run out and hide.
How could I tell him,
the man that had dealt him
His sadness and sorrow was me.
I ran from the table
while I was still able
To hold back my own misery.
And now a wonder comes to me
That maybe he knew me
And he told me, just so I'd cry
But without his knowing,
my teardrops were flowing
For she had just told me
good -bye you