Saturday, January 20, 1973

Photograph of You

All that I have of you is a photograph.
We're in a row-boat,
You're wearing my coat,
You're trying to make me laugh.
It seems like yesterday,
Love was all we knew.
And now a photograph
Is all I have of you.

     It was a wet September Wednesday,
     They were closing down the park.
     I tried to bribe the row-boat man
     For one half hour's lark.
     He smiled and said go right ahead,
     It ain't too cold to spark.
     And we had fun, didn't we hon',
     We stayed out until dark.

     We played a losing game of love forever
     We never learned the rules
     While we made plans and laughed the days out,
     Life played us for fools.
     I found work as a late-night clerk,
     You went away to school.
     Then the letter came, you told me his name,
     He takes you rowing too.

Now all I have of you is a photograph.
We're in a row-boat,
You're wearing my coat.
You're trying to make me laugh.
It seems like yesterday,
Love was all we knew.
And now a photograph
Is all I have of you.

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