• The Old River

    Will you walk near the river with me?
    Now then up the hill to the old willow tree.
    And then watch the sun set beyond the valley.
    Then glance at the branches, prancing like a ralley.
    Back down the hill this dewy night.
    What will always come to my delight?
    Is to see that smile on you!
    One that is sparkling as the dew.
    Once we walk past the river.
    You take my hand and I quiver.
    To walk away so happy and free!
    That old river ever so feels me with glee!