My Girl Karen

Did I ever tell you 

The sweet story 

Of My Gal Karen

I have a special

 

Name for her

For she is like the Purple Rose

She is elegant and sweet

Cute and petite

A red rose could not smell

as sweet

When we would walk to Church

we held hands

and her hand was warm

because I suppose that she was one

Of many warmhearted gals

Her smile warmed my heart

I would only buy for her

The purple Rose a dozen Long Stem 

So pretty as she poses for a picture

for she knows she came to set the world on fire

Her baby blues her father's eyes

That at birth make her father so proud

Karen my lover my wife

has brought me children into this world of our's

She shared a love with me 

For that I am so proud

I will always remember

That wonderful day of December

When I meet Karen for the first time

She had the softest lips

and a voice of an angel singing

In a cloud in my tender ears I did here her say

dear Friend I'm going to love you with no end

From that day forward 

I was going to be a proud man

Karen a sweet Rose

but not a Red Rose

But a Rose none the same

A Rose of a different color

The kind of flavor you never forget

She will stay in my heart till my last dying day

I will love her forever Yes I will

Love her forever and a day

Until they lay me in the ground I pray.