A Lasting Memory Brought To Mind-M. R. Moose/Richard Mousseau

She comes to me at times of spring, When sunflowers bloom and songbirds sing. In the valley the mission bells ring. A lasting memory brought to mind. She comes to me when wheat fields sway. I once asked if she would stay, As we played at love in fall hay. A lasting memory brought to mind. We lingered long till day drew dark, And songs grew mute from the Meadowlark. Her kiss to my cheek a farewell mark. A lasting memory brought to mind. She rushed away, not a word to be said. Across the meadow her shadow fled. And where she laid a warm bed. A lasting memory brought to mind. Brief were the month from spring to fall. Each day looking down over Donegal, On the wind sweeping down her name I’d recall. A lasting memory brought to mind. She comes to me each passing year. Those summer days I hold so dear. At times the loss of thoughts, I fear. A lasting memory brought to mind. Though I am old, I remember when, a first time love she gave me then. Those memories I cherish still again. A lasting Memory brought to mind. A lasting Memory brought to mind. A lasting Memory brought to mind.