Let me walk with you hand and hand,
Through this Maine wood land,
The evergreens and the smell of pine,
Bring all my dreams back to mind,
Of times of young and pain free,
Walking through the woods you and me,
The smells, the sounds and the serenity,
All these things are coming back to me,
The coolness and the freshness all with in,
This is where hand and hand we walk again,
The birds singing their love songs,
As hand and hand we walk along,
These are my memories of Maine's land,
Walking with you hand and hand,
Now that I am old and full of pain,
We will never walk here again,
But the memories will always be,
Kept forever inside of me,
Waking with you hand and hand,
In the woods of Maine's land. |
