Thursday, September 10, 2009

1960--BOB & Rose


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SEPTEMBER SONG...
 
It was fine-wine September
blue-and-gold September
burnished-leaf September
when I wed my own true love.
 
And the air was warm and veiled
with the fine September sunshine
and the young boys flung down rosebuds
when I wed my own true love.
 
And I locked my arm in his arm
and we raced away together
and the sunshine turned to cloudburst
when I wed my own true love.
 
And we wandered 'round like gypsies
and we laughed a lot together
and we didn't think of duties
'til our pennies disappeared.
 
Then we turned our wheels homeward
and we settled in our farmhouse
and began our world together
me and me true love.
 
And the years brought joy and sorrow
and we walked through both united
and I've always loved September
when I wed my own true love.
 
From Rose to Bob, Sept. 10 2009,
49th anniversary