The Vicar’s Daughter

When I was ten I kissed the vicar's daughter
At 14 I was holding someone's hand
At 15 I tried things I didn't oughta
And now I'm getting near to wedding plans

But still somehow I miss my vicar's daughter
I chased her round the church to steal a kiss
And I can see her smiling as I caught her

Her innocence is something I still miss

No one ever will give me half the thrill I got that summer's day
She was just a child I was running wild looking for a game to play

Has anybody seen my vicar's daughter
Perhaps now she's a woman of the world
But if you see her tell her I adored her
That summer's day when I was ten years old...