Carolyn McCaine Lyrics

The blossom's on the cherry tree, the bird is on the wing

The land is sweet and greening and the breeze, it smells of spring

And me, I am an old man, and my memory it stirs

I think of Carolyn McCain and things that never were

She lived in town in a fine house, at Chestnut Street and Main

Her father was a lawyer with his suit and watch and chain

I meant nothing to her, she never knew my name

A working boy, invisible to Carolyn McCain

To lay my head upon her lap and hear her speak my name

That's all I ever wanted, sweet Carolyn McCain

I don't know if she's still alive or what's become of her

After all these years and all these miles, and things that never were

She was the queen of my high school, and I could surely see

She was made for better things than ugly fools like me

I'd see her laughing with her friends as she walked in to class

I always hoped she'd smile at me, it never came to pass

And then I joined the service, they sent me off to war

I did the things they told me to, I never asked what for

And I came home to nobody, I didn't stay for long

I left town and no one even noticed I was gone

To lay my head upon her lap and hear her speak my name

That's all I ever wanted, sweet Carolyn McCain

I don't know if she's still alive or what's become of her

After all these years and all these miles, and things that never were

The building trades they kept me fed, the whiskey kept me warm

One roof or another kept me sheltered from the storm

The years flew by and I grew old and I ran out of steam

Now I sit here with strangers and I rock my chair and dream

The blossom's on the cherry tree, the bird is on the wing

The land is sweet and greening and the breeze, it smells of spring

And me I am an old man and my memory it stirs

I think of Carolyn McCain and things that never were

To lay my head upon her lap and hear her speak my name

That's all I ever wanted, sweet Carolyn McCain

I don't know if she's still alive or what's become of her

After all these years and all these miles, and things that never were