Wednesday, January 30, 2013

FORGIVING HEARTS

The Harlow family was known throughout the country
Made of money, snobby socialites
They said old man Harlow would have flipped in his grave
If he knew who’d caught his Grandson’s eye

Pretty Kylie Mason was a farmer’s daughter
They were dirt poor, but hardworking proud
So her handsome new suitor could not understand
Her Daddy’s ire when he came around

Kylie wasn't welcomed at his family manor
Broke her heart with every barefaced snub
Though the weight of it all was sitting on their shoulders
It did nothing to deter their love

~~~*Chorus*~~~
They said give us what you've got all
Every worry and doubt
It doesn't matter what you think all
Guess you’ll figure that out
You can treat us like we’re damned fools
Try and tear us apart
There’s no room for opposition
Not in our loving hearts
~~*~~

Together they saved every dollar that they could
Knew they’d have to do it on their own
When they married, at the church, in late September
They both made their loving vows alone

While he worked at the harbor handling the freight
The Harlows chased all her jobs away
Her Daddy must have heard, he stopped by the cottage
And was yelling in her Husband’s face

~~~*Chorus*~~~
They said give us what you've got all
Every worry and doubt
It doesn't matter what you do all
Guess you’ll figure that out
You can treat us like we’re damned fools
Try and tear us apart
There’s no room for opposition
Not in our loving hearts
~~*~~

A fever came and swept through the town that winter
Both their families were stricken down
They closed up the cottage, went and nursed them through it
Took the fear to bring them all around

Their parents finally started pulling together
When they heard a child was due in June
Backgrounds disappeared like they never existed
As the light of love came shining through

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~
They said give us what you've got all
Forget the worry and doubt
It doesn't matter what the past was
Guess you've figured that out
Now you treat us like you should have
Never too late to start
There’s always room for affection
In our forgiving hearts
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2013

1 comment:

  1. Awwww...reminds me of my past LOL. Love the chorus! Yeah I'm the black sheep of my family!

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