He starts his lonely quiet day, with a cup of cold tea

What am I going to do, what will my solitary day be

Glancing at the weathered, faded pictures of his first love

Sitting on the back porch, dreaming of the stars above

Putting on his tan lifetime worn jacket, and his baseball hat

Stepping out into the grassy endless field, looking at that

Searching and listening, to the ever so blustery windy day

Where is my lost love, I need her to be with me to play

We will sing and dance, and be together as husband and wife

She must be out here, tending the animals and having a life

There she is down by the ancient, red cattle and sheep barn

Hugging her and embracing ,her keeping her safe from any harm