THE GIRL WITH THE ROSE IN HER HAIR

Over a hill where the trees stand still
Down a soft pathway in bloom
Across a small stream where shadows lie low
Comes the lone cry of a loon
Onward he walks through this peaceful domain
And wonders if she’s waiting there
Beneath the green branches of the perfumed pines
- The girl with the rose in her hair
He sees her then, and his cheeks crease in lines
As a smile breaks ‘neath eyes of pain
He touches her face, with an old withered hand
- And steps into Heaven again
The days come and go, and for all they know
He’s lost in some darkness within
It’s the Alzheimer’s they say as they turn away
While he toothlessly babbles and groans
But he sees her there, in a garden somewhere
Then they kiss and they touch
And he loves her so much
- The girl with the rose in her hair
In the morning they come and discover that one
Has slipped on sometime in the night
The nursing home staff, prepare all the facts
The reports and phone calls are made
His name is removed from beside his door
As all the aged eyes look on
They murmur in whispers that: “...He’s gone away”
But, they know just where he’s gone...
Over a hill where the trees stand still
Down a soft pathway in bloom
Across a small stream where shadows lie low
Comes the sweet song of the loon
Onwards he walks through this peaceful domain
Somehow, - he senses she’s there
Beneath the green branches, - with a smile just for him
- The girl with the rose in her hair
He sees her then and laughs as he grins
Any says that she still looks the same
Then he touches her face with a younger man’s hands
- And a new life in Heaven begins

Copyright 2007/Stan Simons ASCAP