"Baa, baa, baaaaa" bleated Sally. "Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah," she complained. "Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks... WHOOPS!"
The stone beneath Sally's ... [+]
The stone beneath Sally's ... [+]
Seven years
Were but a day,
Where love grew as
life passed away.
Her lovely eyes
at me would stare,
As they peered through
her lovely hair.
Her father asked
A heavy price,
But her fair heart
Abates all vice.
So as the sun
Rolls through the days,
I labor with
Her passing gaze.
For my true love,
Is why I say
That seven years
Were but a day.
Were but a day,
Where love grew as
life passed away.
Her lovely eyes
at me would stare,
As they peered through
her lovely hair.
Her father asked
A heavy price,
But her fair heart
Abates all vice.
So as the sun
Rolls through the days,
I labor with
Her passing gaze.
For my true love,
Is why I say
That seven years
Were but a day.
