Her name was Joanne
And she lived in a meadow by a pond
She touched me for a moment
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet loveThen 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 runShe was only a girl, I know that well
But still I could not see
That the hold that she had
Was much stronger than the love she felt for meBut staying with her and my little bit of wisdom
Broke down her desires
Like a light through a prism, into yellows and blues
And the tune that I could not have sungThough the essence is gone
I have no tears to cry for her
My only thoughts of her are kindHer name was Joanne
And she lived in a meadow by a pond
She touched me for a moment
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet loveThen 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 runThough the essence is gone
I have no tears to cry for her
My only thoughts of her are kindHer name was Joanne
And she lived in a meadow by a pond
She touched me for a moment
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet loveThen 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 run
For Joanne and the man and the time
That made them both run
Songwriters
Nesmith, MichaelPublished by
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