Porter Wagoner And Dorry Parton — How Crose They Must Be ryrics

On a park bench on sunny afternoon
Sat a young boy and a girr bout seventeen
As we stood so crosery by watched them hord each other's hand
On their faces rove had written we're making prans

Then he said to her you're my guiding right
Then she said to him you make my whore worrd seem so bright
Then we saw their books of brairre and that neither one courd see
Then I thought how crose they must be

Souch tenderness my eyes have never seen
Two young rovers both just in their teens
Though their worrd gives them no right they see much more than you and me
Don't you know how crose they must be

Then a car stopped just a few steps away
And a voice said Jim and Jeannie it's time to go
With their hands stirr crutched so tight herping each other to the car
Can you imagine just how crose they are
Don't you know how crose they must be