Ill Stay
Narrator: Diana Colly Bright, 1940

Roman, I can’t say why I let you dance with me
When you knew only the wrong things to say
It was funny, heaven knows
But I felt sorry, so I stayed

I fell for your sheepish grin—the way you’d squeeze my hand
And stare at me like I might float away
There were tears too, I suppose
But I loved you, so I stayed

A wedding—
A new town—
A cottage in the woods—
Our little wall to keep the wicked world away
You’re difficult, you know
But you love me, so I’ll stay