Far from the city there sits a fair dwelling,
Out past the roads where the traffic is swelling,
There lies a tale that I think is worth telling
Of a young girl with a heart made of gold

Oft, she was laden with fancies, and dreaming,
Plans for tomorrow of happiness scheming;
Quiet – far deeper than first might be seeming –
How she’d grow up, but would never grow old

Then came the decades of wonder beguiling:
Falling in love and perpetually smiling,
Tearing through beautiful moments and styling
Into a passionate love with its sweep –

Now, in that house in the countryside sitting,
Quite a bit older, but yet unremitting,
People and things come and go – she’s not quitting –
Still, she’s the person that she said she’d keep

Far from the city there sits a fair dwelling,
Out past the clamor of sellers all selling,
There lives a beauty I find most compelling,
Now putting marmalade up on a shelf —
There lives a girl
Who was true

To herself