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
Copyright © 2013
Copyright © 2013
Awwww...reminds me of my past LOL. Love the chorus! Yeah I'm the black sheep of my family!
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