Little Johnny Foster

Little Johnny Foster His name is Johnny Foster, my sweetheart from childhood lore, He lived just down the block From our neighborhood store. I lived by the old oak tree Where we would meet each day We whiled away the hours With all our make believe play. We would love forever, We solemnly swore to each other Nothing would come between us We would grow up and be lovers. Johnny came to the tree one day And said he was moving away It broke my heart completely in two Because I would have to stay. That happened So many years ago But today I got a call Johnny Foster is coming to see me I find it hard to believe at all. Now he is in the next room I tremble at what is in store With shaking hands I turn the knob And my heart quakes as I open the door….