MY LITTLE FRIEND
(Shirl Milete)


Elvis Presley - 1969


My warped and worried mind resorts to wandering off
To ponder things I never talk about
A pretty girl I used to know
But wouldn't know if we met face to face

And defying every logic known
I wish the time machine could take me back again
To the wonder of my first love the old folks tease me 'bout
Referring to her only as my little friend

Somewhere far away and maybe not so far away
The child has grown into a woman of the world
I assume this knowing that she knew
So much of life at such a tender age

I learned from her the whispered things
The big boys at the pool hall talk about
The thrill and disappointment, fear and shame that first love brings
But, oh, how I thought I loved my little friend

The fragrance of the green grass
Mingled with the scent of love and womanhood
The moonlight night I kissed and cried
And swore I'd never touch another girl

But time moved fast and I moved on
And I loved others time and time again
But with each time I thought of her and always gave a little more
A symbol of remembrance for my little friend
Oh-oh-oh, a symbol of remembrance for my little friend
Oh-oh-oh, a symbol of remembrance for my little friend
Oh-oh-oh, a symbol of ...... FADE



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2020)