Monday, December 29, 2008
A Way Out West
I lost my love, a- way out west,
Where the wind does howl at the sky's request.
My gentel love from the deepest south,
Had hair of gold and a heart shaped mouth.
A ranch for us, was our quest,
So we moved a-way out west.
Found our land, made a perfect team,
Those blue eyes, what a lovely dream.
We lived and loved, with a love so true,
Endless passion from those eyes so blue.
But they did rivial that blue sky,
And it did weep, roar, and cry.
That is why at the sky's request,
The wind did blow a-way out west.
This chilled my love from the warmest south,
Silenced forever that lovely mouth.
So if you love a-way out west,
Beware the wind and the sky's request.