My brown hair angel

I remember once
When I was young
My first love, a young girl
With tight brown curls

We played in the light misty rain
All day until the redish sun turned the sky black
Then she was swept away by the black hair man
My brown hair angel to return when the sun rose again

The sun rose and we played
We giggled and laughed
Until the black hair man
Took my brown hair angel away again

I woke up early to watch her come
When the sun rose
My brown hair angel was not there
She had gone she had left
I thought It was all over in that second

Then I saw her with the black hair man
My brown hair angel was happy again
It may not be with me
It may be with him
But my brown hair angel is happy again