Can I paste a thought
On my imaginary board.
That I may each day come
And thank my God and Lord.
For I am but a lowly man
Whose hights are still above.
There in the mighty yonder land,
Will I find the one I love?
O search you little fool
For the love that's gone away.
One day, oh that one day,
She will come to me and stay.
Love ya!
Jane