Today, I drove in country hills
Where once you rode along with me:
The past became the present as
It all came back in memory
You wore a dress of blue and white,
Your hands were folded as you’d gaze
Out at the scenes of rolling green:
The end of summer holidays
But now I look and you’re not there.
The same sweet vista spans below:
And still I hear the echoes of
A love lost
Many
Years
Ago
