An orange balloon on the distant horizon. The air had a nip for the sun was still rising. A delicate fusion of ambery tone. Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone.
The hillside was a patchwork quilt. Neatly stitched with tidy hedge. And crumbling grey stone wall. The trees were bare, but Spring was near. To conjure up its endless strings.
I wish I knew you were to stay. I know too well why I feel this way. It's just that I can plainly see. That I need you and you need me.. . I'll stay with you while the days go past.
Love is a mist that's turning everything red to white. Like the full moon it send you out of your mind at night. Wishing wells ain't no use, they just say may or might..