By the Lake....(71417)

By the Lake © Tony Fallon71417

By yon lake, there lived a maid in Levi dungarees

And she had them cut off just below the knees

She had roses round the door of her spotless bungalow

She had a Scottish accent she grew up in Glasgow

Whenever she went walking she took her pocketbook

I don’t know what was in there I never got to look

I planned my walk each evening I thought she was groovy

Much prettier than any girl I had ever seen in any movie.

At first, I was very shy and said: “may I join in your trek?”

When she agreed I had to keep my excitement in check

Her dog was a tail wagger full of warmth and grace

If I bent down to pet him he’d lovingly lick my face

Conscious of my upbringing at first I was a little bit demure

And often used big words to sound a bit more mature

To be in her company any evening really was a treasure

We slowly walked the country lanes at a pace of leisure
She was prepared for anything with a walking stick umbrella

I silently prayed that I would rain so I’d be closer to Stella

When it came to nature around she had a great attitude

You could tell she loved being alive and was full of gratitude

I often wondered if I didn’t show up would she walk so far

Or would she just accept a ride from someone in a car

I know that if she was missing I’d probably fret and brood

And would not at all enjoy the unexpected solitude

In the six years I knew her we walked hundreds of miles

And the things that she told me gave me hundreds of smiles

In all those years she never walked out with any other fellas

And if she had walked out with them I would have been jealous

When I left for America her tears flowed like falling rain

And I was bawling like a baby myself as I took my seat in the train

To everybody in the village, we must have been an odd pair

The gangly teenager and the forty-year-old with grey ribs in her hair

I told my wife in America I was coming home for an old friends wake

I didn’t specify it was Stella, the blind girl, who lived by yon lake