I was young and I wanted a shy
Sweet thing
Went to town just to look here for my
Sweet thing
Had a dream of a brown-eyed man
Six feet tall with cheeks of tan
Sweet thing
Sweet thing
Sweet thing
I dressed up and I went to a ball
Sweet thing
He passed by and I wanted to call
Sweet thing
Call to him "come and dance with me"
Do a little jig and a "one-two-three"
Sweet thing
Sweet thing
Sweet thing
He started moving, taught me, and my thought was so on grin
Yes he started moving, taught me, and my head began to spin
But he was going by me, my brown-eyed man
I watched him go and ran and ran
And he was gone
Gone in the night
Sweet thing
Shine a light, Mr. Moon, for my
Sweet sweet thing
I'll go back to my home on the hill
Have me a dream and keep it until
I find
My sweet
Sweet thing
Till I find
My sweet
Sweet thing
My fine sweet thing
