It was a honey of a day
When you first came her way
The kind of day that makes the whippoor wills
The breezes soft and mellow
And your fingers on her cheek
The kind of day that makes a girl go weak
She let herself believe
From that morning to that eve
That all your pretty words were honeyed wine
But she could not kid herself
That those words were from the heart
Or that time would prove that you would never part
So when next day clouds blew by
Which you saddled up to ride
She watched with knowing eyes as off you flew
And she kept that honeyed day
In a box with ribbons blue
As a way of holding onto it and you