In the century year of nineteen hundred and 02
The old porch swing creaked a tune or two,
Sat a young maiden, her anxious heartbeat on cue
Waiting by twilight for her lover true.
The moon slowly roamed in the twinkling lit sky
Casting shadows as soft clouds rolled by,
Sounds of Whippoorwills sending dire love calls
Over high tree tops and bubbling waterfalls
The cool spring breeze soft and gentle floating by
Rustles new borne leaves too young to die,
Spring finally alive, love eagerly waiting to start
In all of God's creatures with an open heart.
Then the old porch swing stopped creaking a tune
As maiden and lover danced under the moon,
Until the year of nineteen hundred and ninety two
As the widowed maiden rocked lonely and blue.
High in the heavens above, her lover sad and blue
Sent a band of angels to rescue his lover true
Entwined souls now reunited in Spiritual Love above
Eternally swinging forever in everlasting love
