There's a special place I love to go
It holds memories sweet and tender
Life was good and love was real
But now, I just remember.
I walk alone in rain or sun
Down mountain roads I wander
Memories flood my aching heart
Along the way I ponder.
I remember so well that September day
When you asked me to be your bride
You slipped a ring upon my hand
With tears of joy we cried.
I was yours and you were mine
We promised to love each other only
But then one day God called you home
Now I walk alone and lonely.
© by Carrie Kinyon 1996