Lyrics

Though let's be fair I had other loves before my husband Other sweethearts Tom Kitsos, for instance And another I won't name I loved him truly, or so I thought Turned out in another snare he'd been caught They were to get married that June And all the relatives From New Hampshire and Harrisburg, were coming And the day I heard, I went home And closed the door to my room And I laid down on my bed And I may have cried Very briefly I wished and wondered if they would last I tried to tell myself "put it in the past," And that June As I was the organist at our church, didn't you know I was up in the choir loft, looking down On all the friends and relations Playing as they walked down the aisle I'd see him 'round some We'd nod and smile I couldn't decide if I was still in love with him After all this while I'd see them together at church And they'd look sort of grim It didn't seem as though she was happy with him