Her name was Hanna, she lived all alone her husband was departed her children were gone she had a one-eyed dog and three-legged cat a cow named Bessie who wore a blue hat she sang in the choir with old man Brown he was a preacher from way cross town After church Sunday dinners, they always talked when it turned dusk, they often walked down by the river where wildflowers grow what they did there, no one knows they say Hanna was ninety, the preacher eighty he was a gentleman, but she was no lady When they returned with their clothes all askew people in the town were sure they knew Hanna's hat was off, her dress awry the preacher's jacket was crumpled and not very dry her hair had fallen all out of place both were blushing, red in the face the preacher said thank you and went on his way see you next Sunday was all Hanna could say so do you know what went on in the woods did Hanna ask the preacher to deliver the goods did they have a thing for each other was old lady Hanna the preacher's lover People will whisper and many will talk but none will ever know the reason for that walk Hanna’s back in her house without any temptations for preacher Brown showed her the way to salvation |