White cottage that sits near the thundering sea,
Was the  home of the beautiful, sweet Lauralee,
High planted like a castle, a fortress we three,
Myself and our baby and the heavenly Lauralee.

Surrounded in starkness, white sand all around,
High above was the calling, the seagulls abound,
The bluest of skies stretched like canvas so high,
Never did we have sadness or pain or we cried.

We walked on the beaches, possessed by time,
Our lives all together, so enduring and fine,
Holding hands like the wind would then blow away,
All our precious, dear moments worth having today.

Sometimes how the stars like Roman Candles burst,
Our lives were adorned by the gods and not cursed,
The angels flew swiftly to bring heaven-sent joy,
Watched years become years for our lovely, sweet boy.

Then boys become men and go marching far away,
Just the two left standing with now nothing to say,
With ages rearranging our bodies in harsh view,
No more walking the beach, what could we do?

So, the time came when she was so summoned above,
How my heart was so heavy, we once fit like a glove,
But I had to now place her where I couldn't see,
With my tears ever flowing for my sweet Lauralee.