Текст песни Dolly and Hawkeye - Nancy Sinatra

She'll be 32 in July
And she's only known one man
A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye
And sometimes, he sold pots and pans
He came to her house late, one summer
When she was ripe and 22
He stayed a while with her that summer
And, if he left we never knew
And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly)
And he called her Dolly
And he called her Dolly
She hasn't spoken since that summer
Her hair has changed to silver grey
Her eyes turned yellow like the roses
She weeds and waters everyday
And people come to buy the roses
But, sell them one she will not do
She sits there in her six foot garden
And counts the roses two by two
And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly)
And he called her Dolly
And he called, her Dolly
Last year, a man came by to see her
He said he was Hawkeye's best friend
He wondered, had she seen, old-hawkeye
Her yellows eyes smiled up at him
She turned and walked down to her garden
And picked two roses of her choice
And when she gave them to the stranger
He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice
And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly)
And he called her Dolly
And he called, her Dolly