An Old Love Story
Twas' at a ball I met him He asked me for a dance.
I danced with him and it was swell Cause deep in "Love" I really fell.
I knew then, that there'd never be Another man so nice as he.
His eyes they are the deepest brown Dark curly hair, his head does crown.
And then began, what seems to me The loveliest romance ever to be.
After I met him at the ball Every week he came to call.
Quite late at night, twas' after dark He drove and found a place to park.
I think I knew that he would say "You're sweet, you know. I love you, Faye."
And long before he spoke I knew That I would say "I love you too."
And there with no one else to see He placed a ring on finger three.
In October of thirty five We decided to take the dive.
It was then a wedding band Joined the ring on my left hand.
Seven years of love and play Have passed by since that day.
Now we have a child age three We're the happiest couple that ever could be.
Dell and Fay Byington

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