pretty child come here to me listen to my story won t you sit down on my knee your eyes are like your mother s and your mother s mother s deeper than the deep blue sea all them girls i used to love by the fire all alone i sit dreaming of all them girls i used to hold i made their love turn cold these old bones are aching these old hands are shaking lord i can t see the page sing me the song i taught you fetch my wine and water never thought i d reach this stage all them girls i used to know like a fool acting smart i let them go all them girls a long time gone i lost them one by one all them girls with their creamy skin what i d give just to have one in my arms again oh my girl when you start to play don t give your heart away all them girls i used to kiss i don t know how my days all came down to this all them girls i used to hold i made their love turn cold oh my girl when you start to play don t give your heart away