At a table set for one in a kitchen made for two
She sits and drinks her fresh brewed tea, staring at the window’s view
To those memories kept fresh in the pastures past the lane,
beyond the time and place of those golden fields of grain.
They had a special hidden place, a secret for themselves
For early morning rendezvous’ they counted as a wealth
They’d lounge and talk of future days, plans for their farm
Beneath the willow trees lying in each other’s arms
CHORUS:
He’d push back the flowing hair that framed her pretty face
As they laid under the willow trees in their special hidden place
They’d breathe in the clean fresh scent of the fields plowed a new,
watch the dawn’s sun come up in the early morning dew
Too soon to live their future plans, he fell to his God’s call
She stayed behind on their farm feeling frail and small
For though she was determined, confident and strong
Too many years had past since she’d been so all alone
The fences need some extra work, the fields call to be turned
The cattle need some doctoring, there’s underbrush to burn
With every new day rising she wanders to their place
To talk to him beneath the trees and say her morning grace
CHORUS:
She feels his touch pushing back the hair from her face
With each gust that the winds blows through the trees in that place
She smells his scent every time the fresh earth’s turned a new,
her eyes begin to mist a bit like an early morning dew