they were young and their feelings were true
had their dreams of a life in the mountains
and they spoke of a child or two
in a house with a garden and fountains.

and the day of their marriage was sweet
though it rained in the valley that morning
soon it cleared, sunlight drying the street
and the yard with the wedding adorning.

There they prayed that their love would remain
to each other a vow of devotion
hung a sign in their yard with their name
and their love grew like fish in the ocean

and the best of the years were the days
that their love would bring children with laughter
and the songs of the God whom they praise
to His Kingdom right here and thereafter.

From their lives came a mountain of good
and the children like beanstalks they grew
and in time love released what it could
from their own came the story of you.

they were old and they knew what to say
had a lifetime of stories and told them
to the folks, many came by each day
to the farm, for the stuff that they sold them.