Joanne - Andy Williams

Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond

And she touch’d me for a moment

With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love

Then the woman that she was drove her on with desperation

And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation

For Joanne, and the man, and the time that made them both wrong

She was only a girl, I know that will, and still I could not see;

That the hold she had was much stronger than the love she had for me

But staying with her, and my little bit of wisdom

Broke down her desires like a light thru a prism;

Into yellows and blues and a tune that I could not have sung

Tho' the essence is gone

I have no tear to cry for her

And my only tho’t of her is kind

Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond

And she touch’d me for a moment

With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love

Then the woman that she was drove her on with desperation

And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation

For Joanne, and the man, and the time that made them both wrong

For Joanne, and the man, and the time, that made them both wrong