quiet love

I heard a song today, it was lovely as the sunrise ray, coming from a house nearby, not so far away. There were two lovers down below, within a wide field of hay, promising each other to the final light of day. Love must be free, just a small and gentle fee, not for the world to see how poor two hearts can be. Only the sun and I will know how long they stayed praying, crying for the only given promise their parents were granting. They gave them all their savings for a wedding so high but low, the village must not learn how much the cost had grown. Love must be free, free~ just a small and gentle fee, fee~ not for the world to see believee~ how poor two hearts can be. bee~ And so they stood together under the big old village tree, given their final vows beside the quiet sea, dreaming of the happy days of the lovers — he and she.