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.

 

 

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