Lilac Times
Warm summer sun and dappled shade,
long, ice-cool drinks of lemonade,
relax your head upon my knee
… lie with me ‘neath the lilac tree.
Rich fragrances suffuse the air,
light breezes sift through tousled hair
‘midst music from the honey bee
… lie with me ‘neath the lilac tree.
Exquisite touch of fingertips,
young innocence joins satin lips;
just let your heart’s desire run free
… lie with me ‘neath the lilac tree.
Too soon we’ll see that youth can’t last,
such times as these will be our past,
but when from life our souls must flee
…lie with me ‘neath the lilac tree
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