Did you see the glass?
Of streams that met
Into rivers of laughs?
Did you see your lass?
Running through fields of unbroken wheat and grass?
Did your pulse rise?
Did it temp passions life?
Was it all you thought?
And all you felt
And all that welled up in your
And was that stream that met
To become a long long river of complicated dreams
What you say, what you felt
What yearned inside of your life’s, pelt?
And what will you say or do
To bring what life is left for you?
I will hold the lass
With our feet dangling into a cool rivers glass
And look skyward into our futures past
With calm, and brave and with our last
Aye, with calm, and brave and with our last