Joanne Songtext
von Frank Ifield

Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond.
And she touch′d me for a moment,
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then the woman that she was drove her on with desperation,
And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation.
For Joanne, and the man, and the time that made them both wrong.


She was only a girl, I know that will, and still I could not see;
That the hold she had was much stronger than the love she had for me.
But staying with her, and my little bit of wisdom,
Broke down her desires like a light thru a prism;
Into yellows and blues and a tune that I could not have sung.

Tho' the essence is gone,
I have no tear to cry for her
And my only tho′t of her is kind.

Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond.
And she touch'd me for a moment,
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then the woman that she was drove her on with desperation,
And I saw as she went a most hopeless situation.
For Joanne, and the man, and the time that made them both wrong.
For Joanne, and the man, and the time, that made them both wrong.