The proposal
Damp and cold am I
Cloudy is the morning sky
I see a weeping willow cry
As the thunder storm roles by
Crisp is the morning grass
Roses bloom as I pass
I raised a eye as I walk
I seen two lovers talk
He is Whispering in her ears
She broke down and shed a tear
Holding a box and her hand
He asked her if he could take her hand
Scott Baker
