It was the year nineteen hundred and 02
The old porch swing creaked a tune or two
Sat a young maiden, her heartbeat on cue,
Waiting by twilight for her lover true.
The moon slowly roamed in the star lit sky
Casting shadows as soft clouds rolled by,
Whippoorwills sending out dire love calls
Over high tree tops and barns with stalls.
The cool spring breeze gently floating by
Rustles new borne leaves too young to die,
Spring finally alive, love waiting to start
In all God's creatures with an open heart.
The old porch swing stopped creaking a tune
When maiden and lover danced under the moon,
Until the year 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
Two lovers now reunited in Spiritual Love above
Immortal souls swinging forever in everlasting love
