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Intro

That was the year he combed his hair

He did it himself I do declare

wore it out in the open air

And smiled for all the ladies

Can't really say it was in style

Not by a mile, it was off the dial

He'd do it then every once in a awhile

There's a painting I can show ye

That was the year his hat was stole

Pilfered by an elfin troll

Knocked him on his head and his

Head was swole

Early in the morning

When he woke he was alone

Money gone all on its own

His pillow was the smoothest stone

His bed it was primeval

Left to die on the forest floor

He was saved by Edward the matador

Who was there in town to settle a score

A duel at twenty paces

Ed bound his wounds by a sylvan creek

Spoke of a very young Veronique

And other "true loves" so to speak

As the mob came within earshot

That was the year he washed his face

I recall the time and place

He'd just left an inner space

And was hoping for a landing

That was the year he scrubbed his ears

He'd never heard a voice so clear

'Til she whispered that word in his ear

That he has not forgotten

That was the year he combed his hair

I was a witness, I was there

The day was warm and the sky was fair

And her glanced changed him forever