Sweet Marie

It seems to me but yesterday That I was a lad, and you Were just a little girlie With eyes of baby blue.

I wore a suit of corduroy And you a crimson gown; Your hair resembled ripened wheat And mine was curly brown.

We dreamed the dreams of childhood, While playing on the green; And often planned that we would wed When you were sweet sixteen.

And other dreams of childhood Never have come true; And though my hair is turning gray I often think of you.

For though your soul's departed You live still in memory; To gladden hearts that still survive, My sweetheart, Sweet Marie.