I stroll along a fragrant country lane With honeysuckle perfume on the air - And feathered crooner's warble to revere - Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain In empathy - it seems to sense my pain Of knowing all was done with my affair - Her empty meaning now the solitaire She cast away - betrothment all in vain. But oceans team with many fish to catch So I must up and hoist another sail And seek the one that really waits for me, For soon auspicious breezes will prevail In guiding forth to find a truer match: The one to take my hand as wife to be.