Walking with Jeanie

I wander with Jeanie along the wild way

where fields become cliffs that drop down to the bay.
With gulls riding thermals, a whispering sea,
the skylark sings love songs for Jeanie and me.

I whisper that love is sweet joy bound with sorrow,

be with me today and Ill ask no tomorrow,
then gather a posy as evening comes creeping
to lay on the soil where my lovely is sleeping.