Southern Lady Her walk is so smooth and in step, And her hair is very well kept. Honey drips from her lips, And her dress fits her hips. She has a pleasing smile, And she will pause for a while. Her Southern drawl is spoken, And her hanky is a token. Her dress sweeps across the floor ~ As she walks out of the door. A carriage is waiting there ~ Of which none can compare. The horses strut in time ~ For this Southern lady so fine. The big brim hat has flowers on top ~ Along the lane magnolia trees never stop. You can hear her sigh ~ As she passes by. No other lady is quite as lovely as she, But many wish they could be. Where is she going today? ~ I think she had rather not say. However Bill waits under the tree ~ On his horse so pretty. His heart pants once again ~ As he sees her coming down the lane. Then the carriage draws near ~ And she calls him dear. He dismounts his horse at once ~ To unpack the lady's lunch. He reaches over to give her a kiss on the cheek ~ But neither one of them could speak. They walked side by side in the field ~ You could hear the birds all squeal. This day had been planned for so long ~ Now their hearts beat together so strong. Love had been in bloom for them ~ It was all so proper and prim. The driver of the carriage stood near by ~ As the day seemed to fly. Bill's sweet words flowed from his breath ~ He promised to love her until death. Once again the time was gone, And she must return home. He walked her to the carriage ~ As they discussed something about marriage. They promised to meet at this place ~ Where they could see each others face. "Good bye," he whispered in her ear, But to her the message was very clear. Once again they must part ~ But they both left their heart!
Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Background designed by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Midi "From 'New World' Symphony" played by: Lena Ayer Kittrell
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