story of love, loss, and life |
When I was only five years old I saw a girl, of which dreams are told Sitting upon a bale of hay. And when I was eight across the way I saw her image yet again Just sitting on a bale of hay Then we turned twelve and sat together Talking of all the chicken feathers Laying on your bale of hay I remember on one fateful night A stolen kiss brings such delight When you’re thirteen sitting on your neighbor’s bale of hay The kissing turned to loving too Laying in fields of glistening dew Our heads always resting on your comfy bale of hay. And then one day I asked that girl To be my wife, and all the world Was just to sit upon that bale with you Then I woke and hurried by, To get dressed quick, oh how time flies And everyone was gathered round a Single bale of hay. When we two spoke that loving song I do, I do, the resounding gong As I sat thinking on a bale of hay. Then mornings rushed by mornings Each one we still learning What a glory life can be when you Have a bale of hay. And then at long last morning Only one of us did wake And I cried myself to sleep just Beside a bale of hay So now my sandals worn As I travel from my home Thinking only of a tiny bale of hay And if I pass a field And if by chance I find a bale Then I will sit upon it just for you And think about my long lost friend. |