Country Song
Blue sky and golden sun,
The scent o’ new-mown hay,
And a parcel o’ fun
When the work is done
At the closing of the day
When lads and lassies play.
Grey eyes and auburn hair,
The fragrance of a flower;
And a look and a stare,
And some kisses to spare
At the lover’s tristing hour.
Soft as the petals of a flower.
True heart and simple deed,
A loving friend above;
‘Tis all that I need,
The extent of my meed,
With the heartsome glow of love,
Under the moon’s white dove.
Weekly Times 9.6.61