A Stolen Heart

The applause still ringing in her ear
When she sets to disappear
Into the Rymans dressing room
Where she saw the primrose bloom

She read the handwritten card
Words framed with a little heart
She's flooded with memories
Of sweet childhood melodies

They were sitting in the tree house
He was picking his guitar
She was listening with admiration
Dreams of being a country star

The melody that made her dreams come true
Were the notes that once made her blue
Two lovers whom fate tore apart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart

She recalls the sweet flowers' scent
The timeless moments they have spent
Two lovers whom fate tore apart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart

He stands among the cheering crowd
Happy and immensely proud
Of the melody that was their own
And now she reaps what they have sown

When they were sitting in the tree house
He was picking his guitar
She was listening with admiration
Dreams of being a country star

The melody that made her dreams come true
Were the notes that once made her blue
Two lovers whom fate tore apart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart

She recalls the sweet flowers' scent
The timeless moments they have spent
Two lovers whom fate tore apart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart

She read the back of the note
Where the sender he wrote
"Meet me after the show
Where the primroses grow"

The melody that made her dreams come true
Were the notes that once made her blue
Two lovers whom fate tore apart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart

She recalls the sweet flowers' scent
The timeless moments they have spent
Two lovers whom fate tore apart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart
What's a stolen song for a stolen heart



Credits
Writer(s): B.b. Cole, Marc Miner
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