The pleasure hills of time rolls down,
Haunting Guinevere with years gone by.
If only, she could remember still;
The walks, the talks, those promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of lovers' skies.
When shall we wed, oh Arthur dear?
When the fighting's done is time enough.
We'll have that cottage, children too;
The walks, and talks and promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of calm, blue skies.
How goes the battle, Arthur dear?
How long must I wait before you're home?
I miss you oh so much, my love;
The walks, the talks, those promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of hopeful skies.
I fear I won't be back, my dear.
The heaven is filled with death's dark cloak.
My spirit's crushed, the legs are gone.
No more walks, talks, and promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of moving skies.
Take heart, take love, take all I've got,
But please, bring thyself back home, my love.
Don't rob me of my treasured dreams;
The walks, the talks, those promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of married skies.
Your Arthur passed away last week.
In battle fierce he gave up his life.
He fought for freedom, country, home;
And walks, the talks, and promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of English skies.
I'll ne'er forget you, oh my love.
I'll save the gown until next we meet.
I'll savour all my dreams so sweet;
Of walks, and talks and promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of restful skies.
Together once more, side by side,
Arthur and Guinevere share last space,
As final words of love are passed;
Of walks, and talks, and promised kisses
Beneath the dawn of rainbow skies.
Copyright William Forde April, 2012.