Charlene

(álbum: Cole Chaney OurVinyl Sessions - 2022)

Shipped away, young man
To some strange foreign land
The ale they serve
Is warmer than my hand

The tongue they speak
Is good as gibberish to me
But I reckon it beats
Killing in Vietnam

I've got this young fräulein
And, Lord, she's easy on the eyes
We don't talk much
She helps to pass my time

Oh, but when I sleep
Charlene, you fill my dreams
You come to me
An angel in the night

Charlene, I swear to you
You will see my face again
Sure as sweet as well water
We have not seen our end
No mountain or no man
Between us will they stand
Ohh, you will see me again

I heard he gave you a ring
I can't blame him for a thing
There ain't no vows
And I'm home on forever leave

So, before you carry on
I've come back across the pond
To ask the ferris tiller girl to marry me

Charlene, I swear to you
You will see my face again
Come hell or high water
We have not seen our end
No mountain or no man
Between us will they stand
Ohh, you will see me again