As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way. Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain. I pinned a flower on her heart I swore we'd never be apart.
We all were called to come back. To the old home on the farm. Mother's passed away, what a mournful day. And as my daddy watched. His eyes were filled with pain and hurt.
You take my hand and smile at me. But I can tell you'd rather be. Alone or with somebody else you know. And when your eyes looking to mine. That old time love light doesn't shine.