One Time

In the time of my traveling, Met a young girl so fair. In an English summer town, Scent of pine in the air. And she turned to me, And she said to me, "Will you stay with Me?" In the time of my traveling, Met a young girl so fair. Took my hand, led me to her home, Made me comfortable there. And she turned to me, And she said to me, "Will you stay with me?" I will never forget her, Though time will always reveal. To love is never a simple thing, Unsure of how you feel. I will always remember The way you feel inside. Knowing love is a passing thing, A dizzy fairground ride. In the time of my traveling, Met a young girl so fair. In an English summer town, Scent of pine in the air. And she turned to me, And she said to me, "Will you stay with me?" And she turned to me, And she said to me, "Will you stay with me?" And she Turned, And she said to me, "Will you stay with Me?" And she said to me, "Will you stay with me?" And she turned to me, And she Said, "Will you stay with me?"