I was the first to chose her to make her mine

I was the first to lose her be left behind

I was the first she cried to harsh words I spoke

I was the first she lied to first heart she broke



If she seems so warm and tender the way she kisses now

Then you might remember I was the one who taught her how

I was the first to show her those stars above

I was the first to know her to know her love

[ fiddle ]

If she seems so warm and tender...