Let my ink upon thine flowery heart dance
Or your apple walls to inscribe,
the many words of my heart untold:
Decades I see you strut the farm road or scoop from the black river bank.
Numb my lips to say i love....
Stand I in awe, the Savannah sun snaps your image to my heart like the farm-woman trapped in the orange moon for ages.

Do I tell the Ohia bird many things I feel for thee?
Perhaps they'll whisper my message to thee.

At dusk fall your face dancing on my glasses of liquor,
Solace it brings me.

O' Cherie, thou sits betwixt my soul unknown!

How do I tell the world I loved for decades untold?
Do I plead time to walk thee back the black river bank?
I'd be that man waiting by the menaina tree to say I love.