He was 33

Played slowly, picking

C
He was 33
Dm
He lived by himself
F
In a tenant’s apartment
. . . . . . C
By the sea

He liked his life alone
He liked the ocean spray
The surf and the sand
Were what he called home

Once he had a girl
She had eyes of blue
And ever since she left
To her memory he’s been true

She was 31
She lived by herself
In a brownstone apartment
In the city

She liked her life alone
She liked the city streets
The boulevards and lights
Were what she called home

Once she had a man
He had eyes of blue
And ever since he left
To his memory she’s been true

One night he was bored
So he left for a bar
To drink by himself
And swallow up his pride

He walked in; it was crowded
He ran for the door
Something made him turn around
And stay on for more

Lost in all the people
Lost in himself
He ordered up a beer
And sat down at the bar

She was home that night
Nothing on her mind
Decided to go wandering
Filling up her time

She walked in; it was crowded
She ran for the door
Something made her turn around
And stay on for more

Lost in all the people
Lost in herself
She ordered up her wine
And sat down at the bar

When she looked around
She saw his eyes of blue
It tangled up her mind
She didn’t know what to do

He smiled first
She smiled next
They reached out their hands
And touched one another

Would you like to dance?
Would you come with me?
Would you go home
And walk along the sea?

Yes, I’d like to dance
Yes, I’d go with you
But I cannot go down
And walk along the sea

My husband, my lover
He was lost at sea
I could never return
To walk among that sand

But you, you are most welcome
To come to my new home
I’ll find you some coffee
And you can sleep with me

My wife, my lover,
Is buried in this city
I could never return
To sleep in this town

Sadly, they parted
And soon they both were gone
But each of them left
With something on their mind

He knew he would love again
And she knew she would too
And both of them now knew
Their marriage, it was dead

James K. Richardson