She gives me what she can 'cause she knows that I'm a man--
   she's that way.
She could never say goodbye. If she does I know she'll cry--
   she's that way.
When I'm with that little girl I'm lost inside another world,
   and I can see.
When I kiss and hold her tight the future seems to be so bright
   for her and me.

I call her name...she can't hear me. We are far apart, but she's
   in my heart..., Yvonne.

When I see her I am glad and when I leave her I am sad--
   perhaps it shows.
When I dream of her at night I just can't help but think it's right--
   God only knows.
When I tell her "I love you" she tells me that she loves me too,
   and I concieve,
When I'm with her once again you know that I will ask her then
   to stay with me.

She calls my name...I can't hear her. She is far from me but still
   I can see..., Yvonne.

And when at last I'm free, by my side will..., Yvonne.

John Fox 5/69

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