A Stolen Heart

The applause still ringing in her ear When she sets to disappear Into the Rymans dressing room Where she saw the primrose bloom She read the handwritten card Words framed with a little heart She's flooded with memories Of sweet childhood melodies They were sitting in the tree house He was picking his guitar She was listening with admiration Dreams of being a country star The melody that made her dreams come true Were the notes that once made her blue Two lovers whom fate tore apart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart She recalls the sweet flowers' scent The timeless moments they have spent Two lovers whom fate tore apart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart He stands among the cheering crowd Happy and immensely proud Of the melody that was their own And now she reaps what they have sown When they were sitting in the tree house He was picking his guitar She was listening with admiration Dreams of being a country star The melody that made her dreams come true Were the notes that once made her blue Two lovers whom fate tore apart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart She recalls the sweet flowers' scent The timeless moments they have spent Two lovers whom fate tore apart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart She read the back of the note Where the sender he wrote "Meet me after the show Where the primroses grow" The melody that made her dreams come true Were the notes that once made her blue Two lovers whom fate tore apart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart She recalls the sweet flowers' scent The timeless moments they have spent Two lovers whom fate tore apart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart What's a stolen song for a stolen heart