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….
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