Myra

Tom T. Hall

Her name is Myra and her golden skin


Is tanned by the sunshine and the wind


She does'nt wear make-up and she firmly believes


In everything that Jesus came to teach





I am the opposite of her gentle ways


Yet, she remembers me each time she prays


Her heart ignoring what her eyes can see


One summer day she fell in love with me





What a pity that it cannot last


Before too many summer days have passed


She will be changing and I'll set her free


Myra, you have meant so much to me





Myra, Myra, Oh, what can I say


Go join the world and I will stay


Our lives, so different, it will kill your love


Maybe, I'll die with it when it does