Her voice is sweet, a gentle tune, a fleeting glow beneath the moon, But I’m the thunder, rolling strong, the pulse that drives his heart along. She may dazzle, soft and fair, but love like mine is beyond compare, Her flame may flicker, but endlessly, Jolene’s got nothing on me. Let the story circle wide, about her charm and fragile pride, Yet here I stand, unshaken still, the keeper of his heart and will. She’s a shadow, passing through, I’m the world he’s rooted to.