I was the first to chose her to make her mine   I was the first to lose her be left behind   I was the first she cried to harsh words I spoke   I was the first she lied to first heart she broke      If she seems so warm and tender the way she kisses now   Then you might remember I was the one who taught her how   I was the first to show her those stars above   I was the first to know her to know her love   [ fiddle ]   If she seems so warm and tender...