She was in my heart from the day I met her
What a heavenly seventh of May
The game was love, her name was Heather
I would read to her, she would bring me flowers
Sang our favourite Dylan songs
And we would watch the moon for hours
On the first of June, I wrote a long long letter
Would you like to marry me soon?
You know our love would last forever
She said your words are sweet, your conversation's clever
But there's someone I'd like you to meet
I think that she would suit you better
And on our wedding day, August twenty-seven
Purple violets did Heather send
And Spanish boots of Spanish leather

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