Late last November the telephone rang
she was sweeping the kitchen floor
when a voice from the past said :" Are you Anna Jean?
Did you live in Greenville in 1943 ?
And do you remember the first boy you kissed
out behind the old gym ?"
She said :" You always remember your very first boy ."
And he said :" Well, you're talking to him ."
It was old love, old love, so long ago and yet
through the time and the tears and the passage of years
somethings are heart won't forget
Her heart skipped a beat when he said :" Can we meet ?
There's something you might like to see.
It's a picture in glass of a second-grade class.
I'm standing there smiling and you were next to me ."
And she turned her eyes to her old grand piano
were a picture stood in its place
It was old, it was worn, it was faded and torn
but she knew that smile on that face
It was old love, old love, so long ago and yet
through the time and the tears and the passage of years
somethings are heart won't forget
They met in the park and they talk until dark
till the moon was glowing the trees
Then he took her hands and got down on his knees
" I have two questions to ask if you please.
Would you consider becoming my wife
we both know I'm not a young pup ."
And when she said :" Yes, what's the next question ?"
he said :" Would you help me get up ?"
It was old love, old love, so long ago and yet
through the time and the tears and the passage of years
somethings are heart won't forget
No, somethings are heart can't forget
