Abilene

I fell in love with a girl of nineteen

A black-haired girl I called Abilene

"Young girl, where's your husband?"

"Sadly," she replied, "I do not have one"

"Then it's you I'll marry with your parents' permission"

"No, fine sir, they will not let me marry

For I am a young girl

And you are a man without money"

"Then I'll come by your window

Tonight when they both will be sleeping

"Outside your window

In a carriage, I will be waiting

They'll awake, find you gone

Rub their eyes, and think they're dreaming"

And never did they think

That their Abilene would leave them

"Now, fine sir, where is it you shall take me?

Is it in the mountains high

Or is it the deep blue sea?"