The Olden Days: a Memory
A friend so dear whom I do love
And whom I dream my future with
A stranger man thou art become
It is the thing I can’t believe.
Oh! I love the olden days
Of how we spent the lovely nights
With dancing feet along the way
With moon above and stars so bright
And how they think I am your wife.
When sultry winds do flip my hair
It is you who truly cares
And when life’s tempests hardly blew
With hope in hearts, we see it through.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2017
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