Arkansas Writer: Sometimes She Crys

When they were young she fell for him.

They vowed their love to be so true.

But they were drawn to others then.

Sometimes she cries when she thinks of him.

Sometimes she cry’s when she thinks of him.

Sometimes she dies just a little too.

Although their love has long been gone,

sometimes she cry’s when she thinks of him.

She walks the hills, the riverbank.

Touches the tree where they dreamed their dreams.

But she can’t reclaim the love that’s lost.

Sometimes she cries when she thinks of him.

Sometimes she dies just a little too.

Although their love has long been gone,

sometimes she cries when she thinks of him.

Her youth is gone. She’s growing old.

And soon her days will all be gone.

When she’s in her grave and resting there,

if she thinks at all, she’ll think of him.

Sometimes she cry’s when she thinks of him.

Sometimes she dies just a little too.

Although their love has long been gone,

sometimes she cry’s when she thinks of him.

In a little town far away,

sets an old man looking out or the bay.

He thinks of a girl he knew long ago.

He’d love to tell, tell her this today.

Sometimes I cry when I think of you.

Sometimes I die just a little too.

Although our love has long been gone,

sometimes I cry when I think of you.

Sometimes I cry when I think about you.

Arkansas Writer