11/03/2017

Thru Bluegrass Fields we Walked

We were walking,  
We were talking,
as young lovers do, 
thru these majestic fields, 
thinking of only love, which we knew, 
We heard Bluegrass coming from a cabin
Mandolines and Banjos ringing, 
We raced as young colts,
Up the hill, to the cabin
There we saw Uncle Pen
Sitting on the porch
With his banjo a ringing,
We danced upon the dirt ground,
While his hounds bayed their sound,
We were young lovers, 
Walking thru the meadow, 
Until we heard Bluegrass,
Until we heard Bluegrass.