Sometimes I say
If I just could get away with my man
He'd go straight, sure as fate
For it never is too late for a man
I just like to dream
Of a cottage by a stream with my man
Where a few flowers grew
And perhaps a kid or two like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I 'most forget
Till he gets hot and tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair, but I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, all right
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back on my knees someday
For whatever my man is
I'm his forevermore