9Went Walking
©2003 Gibbens/Weston

My love and I went walking in the woods –
Oh when you’re with me –
Where every leaf on every tree
And every bird and beast we see
Speaks and writes philosophy.
I wish I could do nothing
But good.

My love and I went walking in the fields –
Oh for a lifetime –
Where every tear that ever ran
And every plea and every ban
Were laid aside by the smiling land.
I wish I could nothing
But yield.

My love and I went walking on the hill –
Oh one more time again –
And we’ll forget everything we know,
Watching the warm winds blow,
Having nothing left to show.
I wish I could do nothing
But still.

My love and I went walking down the road
Just like two poor pilgrims,
Stones and dust beneath our feet,
Heading for a land replete
With milk and honey, wine and wheat,
Where we’d do all that
We could.