And what shall I do
this autumn morning?
swim in the river
where the hawthorns glow?
wander the pathway
where the willows grow?
or read my fortune in
the golden, whirling, leaves?
And what shall I do
this autumn day?
shall I gather ripe pears
by the orchard stile?
or ramble my way on
the valley mile?
or write love letters in
the golden, whirling, leaves?
And what shall I do
this autumn night?
shall I watch the stars
as they dapple the skies?
or read my future in
my true love's eyes?
or stir love songs from
the moonlit, coverlet leaves?
swim in the river
where the hawthorns glow?
wander the pathway
where the willows grow?
or read my fortune in
the golden, whirling, leaves?
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Reviews of "Love Song of an Anonymous Girl"
Reviewed by Ann
Reviewed on March 13, 2003
You are getting better because you are putting in your secret about the wondering you must have did when you daydream of what if, and what will be. God Bless