[G]Walking down the sidewalk one Spring day,
[C]Spied a young lady walking my way,
[G]Ooh, I'm telling you, she was a sight to be-[D]hold. . .
[G]Strolling along like a symphony,
De-[C]lightful vision from a happy dream
[G]Cute as a puppy, [D]sweet like a Gospel [G]song.
The [C]sun was bright, the birds did sing,
Her [G]hair did shine, her hips did swing.
The [C]breeze was movin' leaves in the trees,
The
[D]way she moved was moving me . . .
I [G]heard my voice as it muttered out loud,
"Her [C]Daddy, he must be so proud!"
[G]That's the moment I knew I was truly [D]old. . .
When [G]you can see the world differently,
I [C]guess they can call it maturity,
But [G]I'm tellin' you, it [D]shook me to the [G]core.
The [C]sun was bright, the birds did sing,
Her [G]hair did shine, her hips did swing.
The [C]breeze was movin' leaves in the trees,
The
[D]way she moved was moving me . . .
A [G]few steps more and we did pass,
I [C]gave a little nod to that sweet young lass,
I'm [G]thinkin' that maybe my stride did [D]slow. . .
I [G]suddenly felt that my time was late,
And [C]even though I kept walkin' on straight
I [G]Realized I had [D]turned a corner some-[G]where
The [C]sun was bright, the birds did sing,
Her [G]hair did shine, her hips did swing.
The [C]breeze was movin' leaves in the trees,
The
[D]way she moved was moving
[G]me.