Sweet Girl

As we were awaiting news of which jobs were to be made redundant and feeling that mine was a certainty, it became imperative to find out how a colleague, a Swedish lady met and married a West Indian bass player. The true story is even more romantic than I dare tell. This is heavily abridged and the names have been changed.

Verse 1

To the beach - back past the cafι

Every day - it was the same

For the girls - never south of Stockholm

And the boys - anywhere at home

"What a tan!" - Greta said to Ingrid

Of the boys - in the cafι band

How she laughed - Don't be so silly

They were born in a far off land

Chorus

She was a sweet young girl - he was a music man

From his head down to his heels

And when she looked into - his deep brown eyes

She knew just how love feels

Verse 2

Sat and talked - until the evening

And again - every afternoon

She went home - but the bass-man followed

Taking work - nearer to Stockholm

He met her Gran - on a trip to Sweden

Truth and love - shone in his eyes

Not a word - did they have in common

Just the trust of knowing what is right

She was a sweet Verse 3

Oh so tired - working every evening

Not much rest - during any day

Fell asleep - waiting at a crossing

He woke up - in a Danish jail

Greta left - for a job in England

Wesley tried - to follow on by train

He was robbed - got stuck in Hamburg

Not a Pfennig to his name

She was a sweet Verse 4

His honest face - came to his rescue

A young girl - working in a club

Knew the truth - in his strange story

Helped him contact - his true love

Years have passed - they are united

Family, two - such handsome boys

Times were hard - he lost his business

But love won as it will always

Chorus but with last line changed to - Yes, love won, as it will always.