Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.B. Cole
Vocals
Marc Miner
Programming
Thomas Eder
Acoustic Guitar
Richard John Curran
Cello
Dominik Kostal
Timpani
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.B. Cole
Composer
Marc Miner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B.B. Cole
Producer
Marc Miner
Producer
Lyrics
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
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