Her name was Joanne   And she lived in a meadow by a pond   She touched me for a moment   With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love      Then the woman that she was, drove her on with desperation   And I saw as she went, a most hopeless situation   For Joanne and the man and the time   That made them both run      She was only a girl, I know that well   But still I could not see   That the hold that she had   Was much stronger than the love she felt for me      But staying with her and my little bit of wisdom   Broke down her desires   Like a light through a prism, into yellows and blues   And the tune that I could not have sung      Though the essence is gone   I have no tears to cry for her   My only thoughts of her are kind      Her name was Joanne   And she lived in a meadow by a pond   She touched me for a moment   With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love      Then the woman that she was, drove her on with desperation   And I saw, as she went, a most hopeless situation   For Joanne and the man and the time   That made them both run      Though the essence is gone   I have no tears to cry for her   My only thoughts of her are kind      Her name was Joanne   And she lived in a meadow by a pond   She touched me for a moment   With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love      Then the woman that she was, drove her on with desperation   And I saw, as she went, a most hopeless situation   For Joanne and the man and the time   That made them both run   For Joanne and the man and the time   That made them both run