A Sad Sad Story
The river flowed through meadows green
by Joyce Hemsley
I saw the wild rose, pink and serene.
There came a voice from beyond the blue,
An angel from heaven said - it was you.
Resting beneath the rays of the sun,
I gazed at the sky to talk with my one.
The breezes blew sweet whispers to me
Across the mountain and waves of the sea.
The hymn you sang was 'O Love Divine'
I heard your dear voice and you heard mine.
But as the sun went down in the evening sky
There was no sound...just your last goodbye.