A Tale From Tahrarrie Lyrics - Connie Smith

Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry 

He asked for my hand in the fall 

But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary 

When a sweet talking man comes to call 

He's handsome, he's charming and so debonair 

With blue eyes and hair of pure gold 

On his stallion of white, he's seen the whole world 

But I long to see deep in his soul 

To the town of Tahrarrie, he took me out dancing 

Then we took a walk by the sea 

We laughed and we talked and we did some romancing 

Love came like a soft gentle breeze 

But Mother, oh Mother, how can I know 

What his heart holds deep down inside 

You've always warned me the trouble with love 

It makes truth out of nothing but lies 

He promised the treasures much more than I dreamed 

He placed a fine ring on my hand 

He pledged me his love, swore he'd make me his queen 

We'd travel to far distant lands 

But Mother, oh Mother, what if I go 

And find that his love is not true 

But if I refuse him, what if I lose him 

Oh Mother, what shall I do 

Part of me wants to let go of my heart 

Part of me says run away 

Run from the flame of this burning desire 

That seems to grow stronger each day 

Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry 

He asked for my hand in the fall 

But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary 

When a sweet talking man comes to call