Walking With Jeanie

Walking with Jeanie I wander with Jeanie along the wild way where fields become cliffs that drop down to the bay. With gulls riding thermals, a whispering sea, the skylark sings love songs for Jeanie and me. I whisper that love is sweet joy bound with sorrow, be with me today and I’ll ask no tomorrow, then gather a posy as evening comes creeping to lay on the soil where my lovely is sleeping.