boy and girl

Yeah he’s sitting pretty and shy on a gatepost
The wind in his curls, it drives them wild
And the butterfly that lingers on his shoulder
Tells of his kindness, mother natures child

The smile in her eyes tell of blissful glory
A story of her and that simple boy
Who held her in honour and treated her holy
Always her treasure, never her toy

And what got them there was a game
Yeah, her love for his beautiful name
But the game turned to promise, the promise to love
In a field with the stars above