HOW IRONIC THE BARREN FIELD IN WINTER
PREVAILING WINDS SCATTERING BLUEBIRDS
RECALL ARM N ARM HOW I MISS U ..
KIDS WE WAS LOVE WE HAD NEVER LOST JUST GAINED
FIELD MOUSE SCRATCHES TO FIND MORSELS
I DREAM OF MYRIAD ADVENTURES
YOU IN THE FORTH OF JULY
IN THE CORN HIDE AND SEEK
HOT SUNBURNED WE DONT CARE JUST YOU N ME
NO HINT OF BLUE TOMORROW NO SORROW OR REGRET
ALL I HAD WAS YOU N TWO OTHER SMALL ONES
THERE GROWN AND GONE
WITH LOVE THAT STANDS SO STRONG
ILL NEVER FORGET YOU
MY FIRST REAL LOVE,, ILL NEVER REGRET THE FIRST
DAY I HELD YOU,, YOU STOOD STRONG AND PROUD THEN
NOW YOU STAND STRONG FOR ARE COUNTRY
I LOVE YOU SON .. YOUR MY FIRST LOVE....
