Living All of It

Those carefree days of summer running in the fields with my woman. Will it ever happen or is it just a dream? If only money came easy, how soon I would have her released! She locked away in that cold prison and me longing every minute for her to be free and with me. How long has it been? Spring turned to summer and summer turned to fall and then winter. Spring came again followed by summer, and now fall. How weary and old I've grown waiting for my woman. Will there be another winter or another spring or summer or fall? I surely hope not! But let my love come to me soon, ere I die away, never to know the kisses from her sweet lips!