She Was Happy Till She Met You

On a bright and sunny day, when a young wife ran away
From a husband who had filled her heart with pain
On the table laid a note, these simple words she wrote
"Goodbye, I hope we'll never meet again"

To her mother she returned, for that old home she had yearned
For all the love she had for him had fled
But he sought her out at last with the patterns for the past
But her mother met him in the door and said

"She was happy 'til she met you, the fault is all your own
If she wishes to forget you, please, leave her alone
She has come to her old mother because there is no other
She'll be happy in her home sweet home"

"I have come to say goodbye," said the husband with a sigh
"Just let me take her to my heart again"
Says the mother, "It's too late, all her love has turned to hate
So go your way, your pleadings are in vain"

"She's my wife," the husband cried, "you can't take her from my side
The law forbids you part us, we are wed"
But the mother answered, "Nay" and sadly turned away
And once again to him, she firmly said

"She was happy 'til she met you, the fault is all your own
If she wishes to forget you, please, leave her alone
She has come to her old mother because there is no other
She'll be happy in her home sweet home"