Young Maiden Part 1

Woke one dreary Sunday morning, looked out to see it was storming. Hid my head under the cover, quietly thinking, I love her. The music that lasted ‘til two, and the wine reminds me of you. Dreamin ‘til I hear a knockin, someone sets my bed a rockin. Open mine eyes to see who’s there. oh, pretty you with soft smooth hair. You are calling to walk in the park, yet clouds I say are too dark! You say you like walking in rain, try to reason, but it’s in vain. So together we walk along, until the rain has come and gone.