Shell be thirty two in July And shes only known one man A blueeyed talker name of Hawkeye Sometimes he sold pots and pans He came to her house late one summer When she was ripe and twenty two He stayed awhile with her that summer And if he left we never knew And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly She hasnt spoken since that summer Her hair has turned a silver grey Her eyes turned yellow like the roses She weeds and waters everyday And people come to buy the roses But sell them one she will not do She sits there in her six foot garden And counts the roses twobytwo And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly One day a man came by to see her He said he was Hawkeyes best friend He wondered had shed seen old Hawkeye Her yellows eyes smiled up at him She turned and walked down to her garden And picked two roses of her choice And when she gave them to the stranger He thought he heard old Hawkeyes voice And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly
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