When the girls with whom you've flirted
All have gone their merry way
Winning hearts, dispensing favors
In the flavor of the day,
There is one whose kept the home fires,
While her lonely heart has yearned.
Will she still be there to hold you
After your last bridge is burned?
Weigh temptation, is it worth it,
Seeking love for just the day?
Will there still be one who needs you
When all others go away?
When a loving heart is broken,
It won't be an easy mend.
Your promised heart to her forever,
Is no longer yours to lend.
If tomorrow, God should call you,
Take you from the life he gave,
Only she will long remember
To put flowers on your grave.
Hurry home now, Casanova,
Heed my warning and beware.
If too late you seek the home fires,
It may be she won't be there.