On a Summer's Night
Her voice was like a whippoorwill's
Her beauty made a man's heart swell
They warned him to stay far away
On married men she liked to prey
He saw her on a summer's night
Strolling in the pale moonlight
He called to her, she held his hand
Knees weak, he could barely stand...
His passion spent, he headed home
His faithful wife knew not he'd roamed
His lover's tryst had not been seen
She'd never know where he had been
Yet he'd never love her as before
~ Sure, all's not fair in love and war
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