Making love in open fields beneath the summer sun.
Full of mischief.
Touching each other in most special places.
Good bye my old friends.
You're hiding your faces.
Blushing crimson.

It's winter now the clouds have formed.
Auburn haired baby doll, a grey haired old dame.
No more love in open spaces..hell it's such a shame.
Arrested by time.
Those manacles of aching joints.

Been ages since we loved beneath the summer sun.
Between the trees that made us sneeze.
We laid and played as teenagers.
Making fresh new love with virtually strangers.
We're older now.
That sort of stuff is frowned upon.

Our adult children frown upon us now.
As we come in with muddy pants.
They don't believe what we know of romance.
We took the chance.
A beguiling wink.
A nod and a smile.
If only they knew they'd run a mile.
(C) Livvi