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

THE OLD MAN

The old man sat beneath the tree
And I sat on a stone .
He told me many years ago
They came up here alone .

She asked for him who knew her well .
She was to be his bride .
As we sat , he told their story .
How , in his arms , she died .

He told how she requested him
To let her rest right here .
Then he said , " Please do the same
For my time now is near .

Now turn the stone , so you can read ."
Her name was clear you see .
Twas then he died , and there I placed
His name with Julie Leigh .


Greenwolfe 1962