Rocking the daisies

shifts in the grass

waltzing my Darling

infinite skies and wound up guitars

we have come a long way

to be Rocking the Daisies

lets gather the hay

un tie your laces

rolling down the mountain

like a hill-billy

bare feet, stomping the mud

tomorrow, i will pick you the perfect lily

all the places I have visited

how are they doing today?

pursuing life in all its complexion

but I am here, like I was there

subsequently smiling

funny how things happen

and then we got drunk

an early first kiss, hidden and tucked away

like a dew drop, it is lost in the morning

embrace belongings of this beautiful day

we pack up and roll home

what happens in the hay,

stays in the hay