She'll be thirty two in July
And she's only known one man
A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye
Sometimes he sold pots and pans
He came to her house late one summer
When she was ripe and twenty two
He stayed awhile with her that summer
And if he left we never knew

And he called her Dolly
And he called her Dolly
And he called....
Called her Dolly

She hasn't spoken since that summer
Her hair has turned a 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
And he called her Dolly
And he called....
Called her Dolly

One day a man came by to see her
He said he was Hawkeye's best friend
He wondered had she'd 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
And he called her Dolly
And he called....
Called her Dolly