Sung by: Mrs. Mary Belle Young
Recorded in Batesville, AR 8/17/61

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You give your hand to me,
And then you say hello,
But I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
Most anyone can tell,
You think you know me well,
But you don’t know me.

No, you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night,
Who longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight.
To me you’re just a friend;
That’s all you’ve ever been.
No, you don’t know me.

Now, I never knew the art of making love,
Though my love ached with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by,
The chance you might have loved me, too.

You give your hand to me,
And then you say goodbye.
I watched you walk away,
Beside that lucky guy,
To never, never know
The one who loves you so.
No, you don’t know me.

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection
Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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