Where the Lights Were Low

(verse 1)
Oh, she met him by the river
In a place where the lights were low
And the music made her shiver
For there were things she could not know
He asked her if she were taken
She said someday but not just now
So he smiled and talked of Macon
And seemed to take a little bow

(verse 2)
Well, he left her arms at daybreak
Then kissed her gently on the cheek
He smiled just before the heartbreak
As her tears began to leak
He didn't say another word
As he walked toward the rising sun
She wondered what she might have heard
Did he tell her she was the one

(chorus)
One day she read his name in print
He had died in that war of woe
She knew her last good day was spent
By the river where lights were low

(bridge)
That day together not long ago
Still lingers in her mind and soul
Was it meant for her to meet him so
Spend her days with this gaping hole

(chorus)
One day she read his name in print
He had died in that war of woe
She knew her last good day was spent
By the river where lights were low

9-14-20
Contest: Completely Your Choice (9)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kauffman Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 2:12 PM
A sad and melancholy lyric, Larry. Haunting memory lingering in the land of "I wonder." Congratulations on your win!
Bradfield Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 3:06 PM
Thank you, Sam!
Radice Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 1:13 PM
I really enjoyed reading this Larry - or should I say singing this. :) I adopted an English folk music style to it (if that makes sense at all) but a country style would have fitted to.
Radice Avatar
September 16, 2020 at 2:08 AM
I just had to listen to the George Jones track you mentioned Larry. It's sung at a slower pace than I initially read your poem at so I went back and read your poem slower. Again, really enjoyed.
Bradfield Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 1:29 PM
Thanks, Gary! I kept hearing "He Stopped Loving Her Today" by George Jones. Don't know why
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