Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1964, 2020

Then it was over
We drifted away
I was a rover
I left her that day

I saw her in a little town
Not so far away
I saw her put her basket down
To sing for me this way

Then it was over
She gave me a smile
I wandered over
To sit by this child

She was but nineteen
And not even wed
Such beauty I'd not seen
And this, to her, I said

Then it was over
We drifted apart
I was a rover
And I broke her heart