Love Of My Life - Kaye Ballard/Alan Jay Lerner/Billy Taylor/Allen Hanlon
At sixteen years I was blue and sad
Then father said I should find a lad
So I set out to become a wife
And found the real love of my life
His name it was Chris
And the last was MacGill
I met him one night
Pickin' flowers on the hill
He had lots of charm
And a certain kind of touch
An a certain kind of eagerness
That pleased me very much
So there beneath the moon
Where romance often springs
I gave him me heart
And a few other things
I don't know how long
That I stayed up on the hill
But the moon had disappeared
And so had Christopher MacGill
So I went home and I thought I'd die
Till Father said make another try
So I set out to become a wife
And found the real love of my life
Oh he was a poet a rhymer was he
He read me some verse
He had written for me
He said they would move me
These poems from his pen
And how right he was
Because they moved me right into the glen
We stayed till the dawn came
And lighted the sky
Then I shook his hand
And I bid him good-bye
I never went back
For what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes
About the things he cannot do
My pa said
Look out for men who think
Ye'll be more certain
With men who drink
So I set out to become a wife
And found the real love of my life
Oh he was a solier
A fine Highland son
He told me about
All the battle he'd won
He wasted his time
Tellin' me about his might
For one look at him
Decided me to not put up a fight
We skirmished for hours
That night in the glen
And I found the sword
Has more might than the pen
But when I was drowsin'
I snored to my dismay
And he thought it was a bugle
And got up and marched away
Now Pa said Daughter there must be one
Someone who's true or too old to run
So I'm still lookin' to be a wife
And find the real love of my life