by William Armstrong
There was a time when I was young
When everything was exciting to me
I learned to ride and fence and climb
I even took apples from a neighbor's tree
She lived nearby, a spirited girl
She brought such fun into my life
We played together 'til the day I left
I thought one day she'd be my wife
Now she's come back a woman grown
But times have changed and so have I
I see the disdain upon her face
I have to make her believe a lie
I must pretend, put on an act
Keep it a secret, forget my pride
No one must ever learn the truth
For tonight Zorro may have to ride
If she knew what would she think?
I must not let the world find out
And so I let her think less of me
Put in her mind a puzzling doubt
I saved her life but wore a mask
I didn't dare look in her eyes
For if I stayed with her too long
She would have seen past my disguise
She's gone now, my childhood flame
I don't know if she'll ever return
I can still see her saying goodbye
To be more like Zorro I should learn
It's quiet now but for how long?
I need to rest now while I can
On the losing end I find myself
Competing with Zorro once again
