She tells me all her little secrets
The ones she doesn’t share with anyone else.
She’s got a book upon her shelf
That only I get to read.

She wakes up early in the morning.
She’s quiet as she slips from bed.
She’s a cooking on the fire
And dreams are dancing in my head.

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She tells me all her little secrets.
She tells me all her little secrets.
She tells me all her little secrets.
I know.

She gets restless with the seasons.
After all, she was raised up on the road.
And there’s no feeling quite so pleasin’
As going some place you never know’d.

We get to singing in the evening.
Oh, her voice is a high and mellow breeze.
And she sways just like a willow
Sways just like a willow tree.

Chorus
She tells me all her little secrets.
She tells me all her little secrets.
She tells me all her little secrets.
I know.