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Two Young Lovers
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(Mark Knopfler)
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It was the last day of summer
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It was the first of a new romance
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He walked into her on the corner
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She said, I don't dance
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He said, Baby let me teach you
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She said, O.K., when?
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He said, How can I reach you baby
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I'd really like to see you again
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He picked her up on a Friday night
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He took her for a bite to eat
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His heart was beating and his hands were shaking
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She thought he was sweet
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And he stood on her shoes on the dance floor
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Well, they were doing it cheek to cheek
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And he walked her home and he kissed her
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He was walking on air all week
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Well, they couldn't stand to be apart
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They couldn't leave one another alone
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Her mama used to say, It's getting late sweetheart
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It's time that boy went home
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And upstairs papa kissed mama
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And she gave him a sweet caress
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He said, Here's to the two young lovers
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Let's wish 'em every happiness
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It was the last day of summer
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They came walking home hand in hand
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They went and told her mama
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They showed her the wedding band
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Mama cried and poured the wine
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Papa just said God Bless
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Now, here's to the two young lovers
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Let's wish 'em every happiness
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Two Young Lovers
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| Mark Knopfler |
