Crazy Love

Along a lonesome road I plod.
One cool fine autumn day.
The trees all seem to bow their heads
The branches seem to say,
"You're welcome child along this road,"
"Keep going on your way."
Along the lonesome road I plod
One cool fine Autumn day.
I saw a little brook near by
It smelt so fresh and clean.
A fish swam very close to me
As if he came to hear,
"Your welcome child along the road, "
"keep going on your way"
Along the Lonesome road I plod,
One cool fine autumn day.
- Marilyn Nordberg