Hole In The Wall

Over the hills I go
in my worn out boots
and my thread bare cloths.
Down to a river I know
where my girl she waits
by a hole in the wall.


Fair little filly
how I love you so
dancing in the barn
near the hole in the wall.
If the farmer comes
then we hide in the hay
and if he don’t then we roll
and we kiss away the day.

Summer in your hair,
sun sprinkled in your eyes.
Giggles are the breeze
in the leaves as the clouds
fly by. Birds sing
of the love that we share,
carefree we cuddled
while the cattle all stared.

To while away the hours
we dip toes in the ghyll.
The trickles of our laughter
bubbling up in the water
rushing by. Happy times
while our love flows strong
amid the wonders in our life
penned in lines of a song.

Over the hills I go
in my worn out boots
and my thread bare cloths.
Down to a river I know
where my girl she waits
by a hole in the wall.