I had a teenage sweetheart
For sure she was a catholic girl
She caught the bus to St Gregory’s
I went to a Presbyterian grammar school
She had a good looking brother
Her friend had two brothers too
Her father was a drinker
A big man, known to those who drank in town
We played down by the river
All-day we fooled around
Only when we got older
Did the love thing have us bound
What she needed I could not give her
Though she never told me so
Just one night at Christmas
She said alone she had to go
Our lives cascaded way apart
Yet, occasionally we would meet up
But I knew full well
We never were meant to restart
Now I hear a country singer
Who takes me back to that girl
To those teenage summers
With my innocent auburn curls
