FORGIVING HEARTS

The Harlow family was known throughout the country

Made of money, snobby socialites

They said old man Harlow would have flipped in his grave

If he knew who’d caught his Grandson’s eye

Pretty Kylie Mason was a farmer’s daughter

They were dirt poor, but hardworking proud

So her handsome new suitor could not understand

Her Daddy’s ire when he came around

Kylie wasn't welcomed at his family manor

Broke her heart with every barefaced snub

Though the weight of it all was sitting on their shoulders

It did nothing to deter their love

~~~*Chorus*~~~

They said give us what you've got all

Every worry and doubt

It doesn't matter what you think all

Guess you’ll figure that out

You can treat us like we’re damned fools

Try and tear us apart

There’s no room for opposition

Not in our loving hearts

~~*~~

Together they saved every dollar that they could

Knew they’d have to do it on their own

When they married, at the church, in late September

They both made their loving vows alone

While he worked at the harbor handling the freight

The Harlows chased all her jobs away

Her Daddy must have heard, he stopped by the cottage

And was yelling in her Husband’s face

~~~*Chorus*~~~

They said give us what you've got all

Every worry and doubt

It doesn't matter what you do all

Guess you’ll figure that out

You can treat us like we’re damned fools

Try and tear us apart

There’s no room for opposition

Not in our loving hearts

~~*~~

A fever came and swept through the town that winter

Both their families were stricken down

They closed up the cottage, went and nursed them through it

Took the fear to bring them all around

Their parents finally started pulling together

When they heard a child was due in June

Backgrounds disappeared like they never existed

As the light of love came shining through

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~

They said give us what you've got all

Forget the worry and doubt

It doesn't matter what the past was

Guess you've figured that out

Now you treat us like you should have

Never too late to start

There’s always room for affection

In our forgiving hearts

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com
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