Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl I knew

fair of skin with eyes of blue

I swear to the Lord that I loved her true

it's a year now she's been gone





Her spirit was as bright as the soft sunshine

lips the color strawberry wine

I wish to God she still was mine

The chance won't come again





After first we lay in love's sweet bed

with one look at her eyes I might have read

all the pain that was flying through her head

through my guilt I could not see





I turned to her when the morning came

hungry thoughts racing through my brain

but the knife in her heart screamed herself she'd slain

and a note whispered love too soon





Her old man screamed and her mother cried

all I could do was to wonder why

a girl in her youth was forced to die

is loving such a crime





She died few in the years her breasts still small

seeing sixteens summers and fifteen falls

me in my blindness never realized all

the fear she kept inside





Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl I knew

fair of skin with eyes of blue

I swear to the Lord that I loved her true