Mary Harkins beckons from yon hill
raven black hair bouncing on her shoulders
slender figure there in paisley dress
sixty years nigh on, she's been gone
young lovers were we
laid out life's plans
there, 'neath that mighty oak
she and me
weeks before our ceremony to wed
aged not yet twenty-one
the miseries laid my fair love, Mary dead
I buried her there
'neath that mighty oak
on yon hill
and so on this day
she's come to say
my love
'tis time for you to join me above
our love and plans
we'll resume
our home we'll build 'neath
that mighty oak on yon hill
above the clouds so high
you and I, my love
happy forever, above
lend me your hand Mary my love
lead me there
Great to read your work after a long time...yeah i'd been away and rather got too busy with my usual chores.
Keep giving us more of such kinda stukff.
Love ........bye.... neerja.
Beautiful story of a forever love, so hard to find in this day and age. I enjoyed this very much!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Regis
and avoid the pitfalls of too much sentimentality. Thank you, Jon.
John
Christine
Ron