For Ann Marshall...

We were so young...lyke the Sixties....
She was so small and lovely......
a slip o' a lass....

A lass I once did luve..upon a young man year
and true to me she was..and oh so dear
and in the cold and windy northeast town we grew...
to know that young luve lasts..but for the few.

We were so happy..she and I,
I promised her the moon and the stars in the cold night sky
and in my youthful arms..I loved her so..
and whispered tenderly..I'd never go.

She was so lovely..so fair of face
my foolish falling.. was no disgrace
and in my eyes
she could see desire
my youthful fervour
and passions fyre.

Long would i gaze..into her smiling eyes
her schoolgirl nose..and from her lips..the sighs,
the music that..from her laughter came
the luve i felt...when she called my name...

T'was no wonder that..i lost my way..
never knowing darknight.. from the sunny day my luve was hers...from that first glance thrill..
gave to her ..my heart...and she has it still...


At tymes lyke now...
when i sit alone..
and think o' the paths i've taken and
the women i've known..........

I wonder....where she is tonight..
I wonder....who luves her now..
I wonder....does she ever think of me.?

A lass i once did luve..upon a young man year..
and true to me she was..and oh so dear..
first taste of soft lips..that first kiss thrill..
i gave to her my heart..she has it still..



Graham...