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She Was Only Seventeen (He Was One Year More) |
She was only seventeen and he was one year more
She loved him with all her heart, and he the girl adored
But all their friends believed they were too young to know the score
舛ause she was only seventeen and he was one year more
Are they old enough to know if love will last a life?
Isn't he too young to be a husband, her a wife?
Within the past I bet it's happened more than once before
When someone else was seventeen and another one year more
Do we have the right to question love that seems so strong?
As long as God has no objection, there can be no wrong
Let us be the first to wish them all the very best
Let us hope their love is strong enough to meet the test
舛ause like I say, I bet it's happened more than once before
When someone else was seventeen and another one year more
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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