Lorna Sue
(words & music by Markus Rill)		  
 
There are some incredibly sad and moving old folk songs. I wanted to make this sound like a folk tale but tell it from a first-person perspective. Guess I wasn't quite finished with priests after "Billy's Song" from the first record. I'm a sucker for three-quarter time, especially if you can make it rock.
I'm twenty-one years of age
Lorna Sue, she just turned seventeen
I love her like a grown man does
And Lorna Sue, she loved me
Lorna Sue, Lorna Sue

I saw her sitting in her pew
For better or worse, she saw me too
The minister kept an eye on his child
But you can't keep young love from growing wild

I'm twenty-one years of age
Lorna Sue, she just turned seventeen
I love her like a grown man does
And Lorna Sue, she loved me
Lorna Sue, Lorna Sue

I wasn't cautious when I said I would be
So I wouldn't have blamed her, had she blamed me
But Lorna Sue cried in fear of the minister's rage
I held her then like I wish I could hold her today

I'm twenty-one years of age
Lorna Sue, she just turned seventeen
I love her like a grown man does
And Lorna Sue, she loved me
Lorna Sue, Lorna Sue

Love is like life, you never know just how long it'll last
And things that grow wild, they fade away fast
In that river behind the church house her body was found
Angry sermon was spoken when they put her down in the ground
And I know now

I'm twenty-one years of age
Lorna Sue, she just turned seventeen
I love her like a grown man does
And more than life, she loved me
Lorna Sue, Lorna Sue
Lorna Sue, Lorna Sue