I TOOK MY LOVER BY THE HAND

I took my lover by the hand
And we walked once again .
The forest of our childhood days
Just as it once had been .

We spoke of things we once had known
And classmates that we knew .
I guess the memories of them
Will always be brand new .

And then we talked of her and me ,
The way we lived and died .
I told her that I dreamed of this ,
When she became my bride .




GREENWOLFE 1962