Down By The Water...

''Down by the water, sits a lone ranger, carving his name, into a willow...

(A willow, a willow...)

He and his wife, once lived happily, planted a seed that grew through the reeds...

(The reeds, the reeds..)

If he had spoken, love would return, he was missing the life he once had before...

(Had before...)

Down by the water, sits a lone angel, minding the willow...

(The willow...)

She was a beauty, that was true.. but no man had loved her, for her heart was so blue..

(So blue...)

She was missed, by her family, but she nursed the seed, the grew through the reeds...

(The reeds, the reeds..)

Through summers and winters, through snowy Decembers, sat by the water, close to the embers..

Somewhere the timing will all come together The mishaps will turn into sunny Decembers The lovers – will be able - to find their willow...

(The willow...)

Down by the water, sits a lone author... pondering the names, carved into the willow...

If she had just one little spark, she would write anything like an art...

Through summers and winters, through snowy Decembers, sat by the water, remembering embers...

If the angel and ranger had spoken, love would return... but they spoke inside, too soft to be heard...

Down by the water, the author writes, of summers and winters, and snowy Decembers, and remembers embers... she wrote about the two lovers, and their willow...''

Hope you liked my song.

~The Author (talk) 01:39, July 31, 2015 (UTC)