It began on a farm,
near an African barn,
but wee children in the head-high grass,
Each taking their chances,
on the horse saddled prances,
near the lake top surface of glass,
Near the lake top surface of glass.
Long years trundle on,
The children, once young,
Grew to twenty and more day by day,
The farm long forgotten,
Two paths so far trodden,
Took young friends apart and away, away, take young friend apart and away.
From many moons by the sea,
To gold city returned he,
Trading books for a suit and tie.
And she found a care,
In a hospital there,
No more sleep for a tired night eye, night eye,
No more sleep for a tired night eye.
And then came the day,
Young friends found their way,
Back to arms so old but so new.
Young friends meet once more!
Found a tree house to adore,
One another till the chilled night air blew, till it blew, one another till the chilled night air blew.
And today here they stand,
Loving hand in loving hand,
Asking if their forever they might share?
For it'd be quite a tale,
Of a love ne'er to fail,
Forever held in a hope and a prayer, a prayer, forever held in a hope and a prayer