She'll be 32 in july And she's only known one man A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye And sometimes, he sold pots and pans He came to her house late, one summer When she was ripe and 22 He stayed a while with her that summer And, if he left we never knew And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly) And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly She hasn't spoken since that summer Her hair has changed to silver grey Her eyes turned yellow like the roses She weeds and waters everyday And people come to buy the roses But, sell them one she will not do She sits there in her six foot garden And counts the roses two by two And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly) And he called her Dolly And he called, her Dolly Last year, a man came by to see her He said he was Hawkeye's best friend He wondered, had she seen old Hawkeye Her yellows eyes smiled up at him She turned and walked down to her garden And picked two roses of her choice And when she gave them to the stranger He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly) And he called her Dolly And he called, her Dolly