I can see my husband riding across Montana plains,
With his uniform of buckskin, and his hands upon the reins,
With his yellow hair a-flowing,
And his eyes like baby blue.
General George Custer, my husband, I love him true.
He’s riding with the soldiers of the Seventh Calvary;
On that river known as Yellowstone, they ride courageously
They’re searching for those Indians,
That tribe that’s known as Sioux—
General George Custer, he knows just what to do.
I can see my husband riding home, to see his loving wife,
He says he won the battle and the soldiers saved his life,
At the Little Big Horn River…
Now the Indian Wars are through—
General George Custer, he knows I love him true.
And that was twenty years ago, it’s part of history,
And I realized my dream was a widow’s fantasy.
I put a wreath upon his grave, and I bid his soul adieu…
General George Custer, in heaven where dreams come true.
There she was this sweet little old lady
Walking ever so slowly
Singing a tune pushing her walker
It was such a long arduous trip from the market
Content to be alone
But one couldn’t help but feel sorry for her
She looks like she’ll drop at the next crossing
Two young boys walked passed her
They asked why isn’t your husband helping you?
Oh dreary my husband not feeling well today
Anyone that knew her always wondered
How she out lived four past husbands?
And they were all much younger than her
She smiled slyly to herself
After all I’m may be old but I’m not stupid
I hug them and kiss them
I wash their clothes and even bath them
When they’re ill
Then I feed them a good meal
Then I followed with
The big pill
Soft and frail her beauty un vails, So fragil and kind what a grandmother of mine,
Her husband is gone as she struggles to move on, She talks to him every night and day
letting him know she is always here to stay, Walking around through out the house
hoping at times she will see her spouse, Laying in bed she begins to pray letting him know
she will be home one day, To see the Lord that took him away thanking him for letting
them walk day after day, Sitting in her chair wishing he was right there, To hold his hand
and feel his touch, What a husband she has who she loves so much, Through life and death
they walk side by side together forever with love and pride.
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