Yankee Lady - Tim Hardin

I lived with the decent folks

In the hills of old Vermont

Where what you do all day

Depends on what you want

And I took up with a woman there

Though I was still a kid

And I smile like the sun

To think of all the loving that we did

She rose each morning and went off to work

And she kept me with her pay

I was making sweet love all night

And playing this old guitar all day

And I got apple cider and homemade bread

That would make a man kneel down he would say grace

And clean linens on our bed

And a warm feet fire place

Yankee lady so good to me

Yankee lady just a memory

Yankee lady so good to me

Your memories gonna have to do for me

An autumn walk on a old country road

With a million flaming trees

I was feeling a little uneasy

Cause there was winter chill in the breeze

And she said, «Oh Jesse, look over there

I see birds are they are all southward bound

Oh Jesse, I’m so afraid

We are going to lose the love that we’ve found

Yankee lady so good to me

Yankee lady just a memory

Yankee lady so good to me

Your memories gonna have to do for me

I don’t know what called to me

But I know that I plain had to go

I left that little old Vermont town

To live down in sunny Mexico

And now when I can see myself

As a stranger by my birth

The Yankee lady’s old memory

To Remind me of my worth

Yankee lady so good to me

Yankee lady just a memory

Yankee lady so good to me

Your memories gonna have to do for me