WALKING IN THE FIELDS WITH KATIE

On the hills the trees in color
All this week it's Indian Summer
I look down and she takes my hand
That little touch I'm a lucky man
Now she starts to say her numbers

Blue sky with clouds at sunset
Gold burning thru at edges
If they were handing fortunes out
I would not run and I would not shout
Stay right here with Katie you bet

Time won’t wait she's getting older
Seems like yesterday she was in a stroller
We’re thru the fence walking to the corn
I'm giving thanks that we both been born
Just for these few moments here in clover

I'm right here where I want to be
‘Cause Katie Katie's here with me

For once I’m exactly where I want to be
‘Cause Katie Katie's here with me


© Karl Williams