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