The last time I saw her
It was springtime I believe
Walking barefoot down a country road
Smiling through the fallen leaves
Playing ups and downs upon the ground
Speaking without a sound
Feeling without a touch
Seeing without eyes, so much
With a thought of my hand upon her cheek
She'd turn, but Lord, not to speak

The Last Time I Saw Billy Joe alive
It was 1955
Somewhere down in Tennessee
We were searching to be free
Feeling what we could not see
Were Billy Joe and me
Yes, the Last Time I Saw Billy Joe Alive
It was 1955
Lying down on springtime’s ground
We worshiped what we found
Two lovers destined to be free
Were Billy Joe and me

The last time I saw her
It was springtime I believe
Struggling with her mind
For the world she couldn't see
I remember soft fingers reaching
Desperately to find my face
Reaching out in total darkness
As my image she would trace
With a thought of my hand upon her cheek
She'd turn, but Lord, not to speak

Oh Lord, it hurts me to think back
Upon the days gone by
I don't know why, but Lord it makes me cry
And I know I should be grateful
For the time we had
But somehow Lord, the thought still makes me sad

The last time I saw her
It was springtime, I know for sure
I remember heaven fell upon the ground
As I loved away what was pure
Yes Lord, I took her virginity
But it was you who took her eyes
And as she lie naked, soft, without a sound
Oh Lord, how was I to know she'd die
With a thought of my hand upon her cheek
She wouldn't turn and Lord she wouldn't speak

The Last Time I Saw Billy Joe alive
It was 1955
Somewhere down in Tennessee
We were searching to be free
Feeling what we could not see
Were Billy Joe and me
Yes, the Last Time I Saw Billy Joe Alive
It was 1955
Lying down on springtime’s ground
We worshiped what we found
Two lovers destined to be free
Were Billy Joe and me

Music and Lyrics: Buffalo Sun
(First Runner-up American Songwriters Competition-Folk Ballad)
Published By: S. R. O./Starr Publishing
Copyright Renewed 2001