The Rustling Wind That Blows Trough The Trees Whisperes My Love
My Love Iv Come For De As i Gaze On Trough The Night at Her Child Like Smile That Shines So Bright And Wait Whats That i Hear a Voice from
The Trees Said Take Her in Your Arms But i fell Apoun My Knees And i Thanked My God for His Grace Then Took Her By The Hand As We Walked Down By The River Bed Were The Old Rusty Fountain Yoused To Stand And There i Sang for Her A Beatiful Melody As i Kissed Her Sweet Lips
Beneath The Blossom Trees And As The Birds Whisled Softly i Whispered
To Her ear In The Morning We Shall Be Wed So We Lay Down Apoun The River Bed But In The Morning When i Woke My Love She Were Not There She Was Out With Her Basket Picking fruits from The Vineyards afar So i Rise And i Listen i Hear Her Voice from The Trees its Saying its Me My Love My Love i Brought Some Supper for De She Said You Knew My True Love i Near Not Go That far There We Made Our Sweet Love Vows Always forever Never To Part




Written 9 of October 2014 / 5.05 Author Joel o Neill