Abilene

I fell in love with a girl of nineteen A black-haired girl I called Abilene "Young girl, where's your husband?" "Sadly, " she replied, "I do not have one." "It's you I'll marry with your parents' permission." "No fine sir, they will not let me marry For I am a young girl And you are a man without money." "Then I'll come by your window Tonight when they both will be sleeping Outside your window in a carriage I will be waiting They'll awake, find you gone Rub their eyes and think they're dreaming." And never did they think That their Abilene would leave them "Now fine sir, where is it you shall take me? Is it the mountains high Or is it the deep blue sea?"