sillyI remember his smile,
but it's fading away,
his eyes were blue
(or were they gray?)
as he kissed me once more,
nothing left to say
as he went on his way in the morning.
Away, away, my love has gone,
away he walked in the morning sun,
away he walked while the wind blew free,
but what will I do if he comes back to me?
I remember his laugh,
or I think I do,
he could make me laugh
with a word or two,
but what those words were,
I wish I knew,
as he went on his way in the morning.
Away, away, my love has gone,
away he walked in the morning sun,
away he walked while the wind blew free,
but what will I do if he comes back to me?
His hair was quite sandy,
although my mother claims brown,
if he said my name wrong,
it would make me frown;
I was not the only girl weeping
in my little home town
as he went on his way in the morning.
Away, away, my love has gone,
away he walked in the morning sun,
away he walked while the wind blew free,
but what will I do if he comes back to me?
I wept for a week,
then I sighed for another,
then one day at noon
I ran into his mother,
who invited me over
to come meet with his brother
after he went on his way in the morning.
Away, away, my love has gone,
away he walked in the morning sun,
away he walked while the wind blew free,
but what will I do if he comes back to me?
