Susan Lawrence

When She Was Young
Susan Lawrence

There was a time, when she was young
Now her story’s told, her song has been sung
The blush of youth’s rose, has long passed away
Replaced with the wisdom, age brings her each day

She danced in the parlor, when she was a girl
And many fine young men, would ask for a whirl
The graceful young lady, with eyes like the sky
And fiery red hair, turned white by and by

The beautiful dresses, her hair all in curls
She had once been, the prettiest of girls
But time it has ravaged, those features so fair
Now she passes the time, in her rocking chair

She watches young lovers, as they pass by her house
Playing their silly games, of cat and of mouse
And she thinks of her husband, long gone rest his soul
He’d been such a strong man, so brave and so bold

Now she quietly sits, with her memories alone
And all of her children, have grown up and gone
Now her story’s over, her song has been sung
But there was a time, when she was young

Yes, there was a time, when she was young