I've paced the sweet walks of my life,
On a reminiscent of the past and foretaste future;
As I ponder a pleasing piece of memory splice,
Pick up every part, assemble them, let love start and endure;
I see a greener pasture in this land of drought,
Where even tears fall and surged yet allayed;
An embrace from a lost love and undoubt,
An answered prayer that should soon be displayed;
I summon your weary heart and hear your call,
I'm on my way to deep merriment;
No more would I be speaking to a wall,
We'd be throwing French kisses with no consent;
A robust knot to tie between you and me,
A yellow ribbon will be paved down the aisle;
Hold my hand, let emptiness be free,
A long straddle shall be walked for a short mile.
