The Love Of My Life Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Meg: At sixteen years I was blue and sad then father said I should find a lad So I set out to become a wife An' found the real love of my life His name it was Chris, and the last was MacGill I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill He had lots of charm an' a certain kind o' touch And a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much so there 'neath the moon where romance often springs I gave him my heart--an' a few other things I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill But the moon had disappeared, and so had Christopher MacGill So I went home an' I thought I'd die Till Father said, make another try So out I went to become a wife An' found the real love of my life He came from the lowlands, the lowlands said he I saw him an' knew he was perfect for me Jus' one thing that puzzled me an' it always will Was he told me he had heard about me from his friend MacGill We quick fell in love an' went down by the creek The next day he said he'd be back in a week An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know That of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low! I told my father the awful truth He said, "What difference? Ye've got your youth" So out I went mad to be a wife An' found the real love of my life Oh, he was a poet, a rhymer was he He read me some verse he had written for me He said they would move me, these poems from his pen An' how right he was, because they moved me right into the glen We stayed till the dawn came an' lighted the sky Then I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye I never went back, for what I had heard was true That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do My pa said, "Look out for men who think Ye'll be more certain with men who drink" So out I went to become a wife An' found the real love of my life Oh, he was a solier, a fine Highland son He told me about all the battle he'd won He wasted his time tellin' me about his might For one look at him decided me to not put up a fight We skirmished for hours that night in the glen an' I found the sword has more might than the pen But when I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one Someone who's true, or too old to run" So I'm still lookin' to be a wife An' find the real love of my life
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