Drastic Changes

©Robert Fitzmorgan (Gordon Scott Fridenberg)

As I roved out one May morning, One May morning so free
I overheard a fair pretty maid weeping by the sea.
I stepped up to this fair pretty maid saying what can the matter be?
She Jumped with surprise,
And she dried her eyes.
And this is what she said to me.

My - y - y Johnny is a sailor lad and he sails across the waves.
He loves me very tenderly and all his pay he saves.
And we are to be married when next he comes to shore.
But it's been two years,
And I do fear,
That he sails the ocean floor.

I stepped up to this fair pretty maid, and to her I did explain,
This lad that you are weeping for, I am the very same.
I've come to claim my own true love and Johnny is me name.
She stepped back a pace,
And she studied my face, 
And this is what she did proclaim.

My - y - y Johnny he was six foot tall you're but five foot two.
His eyes were such a lovely green, you're two eyes are blue.
My Johnnys hair was sandy blond and your's is fiery red.
Isn't it strange 
What time can change?
Come now let's off to bed.

Robert's note: This song is my answer to the popular folk song "The Claudy Banks". The tune is my own.