Swans

As the sun rises and slowly warms the tips of my fingers 

I walk across the grass as a breeze blows by 

The water is still yet there they sit 

Every day with no place to be 

Holding hands as she feeds the swans 

80 years old, they have the kind of love that lasts forever 

I walk across the grass 

A gentle breeze blowing my hair 

Every day I come 

There is no better place to be 

Hand in hand he walks with me 

There is no better place to be 

We sit on the bench to watch the sunrise 

I feed the swans while he reads the paper 

Our love is forever, undying 

He is my Prince Charming, the love of my life 

I walk across the grass 

Gravel crunching as I walk 

Every day we come 

Her hand in mine 

So soft and delicate 

There is no place I’d rather be 

We sit on the bench 

Hand in hand 

She feeds the swans while I read the newspaper 

Our love is forever, undying 

She is my princess, the love of my life