A dress to remember, a dance to see. Knighted in the rose gold hues of sunset As you read beneath a tree As your mind travels through the pages of the books You are reminded of the leaves around. And Under branches, In the willows weep A golden bough you read under. When the Penny for thoughts you sold a time ago And the tides pull in from the most distant moon. Where troubled hands will walk the path holding troubled hands. As the concrete’s cracks will show. It will be time to take their hand And go on home.