Now listen to a story a stranger just told me of a love that he's not ashamed

He has her no longer but proud he once owned her

Though she shares another man's name

He told of the good times they had in the springtime before she was stolen away

He blamed her oh no none he said she was too young

To know her heart wanted to stay

Then he drank to her new love that it might be true love

A future so happy and bright

With his eyes growing misty as he drank down the whiskey

That was tellin' his story that night

Though he didn't know me he told all of the story

And not a word said without pride

Then he asked if I blamed her but oh when he named her

I wanted to run out and hide

How could I tell him the man that had dealt him his sorrow and sadness was me

So I left from the table while I was still able to hold back my own misery

A wonder comes to me maybe he knew me and told me just so I would cry

But without his knowing the tears were then flowing

For she had just told me goodbye