Lorna

A Honey of a Day

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