In this cottage we dwell,
social rejects but cupid’s recollects
They, all pronounced us misfits!
said you were an outcast, and I one of them.
Said you were good banished,
I thought you were good, cherished
I rebelled thus, and ran away, with you
to leave hunted, but forever with you
I didn’t run, I left with you
being strong enough to protect us.
It’s four now, and we still alive
In this green country,
where birds sing blues
where stars walk in cues
This, our son shall grow to love
Pick berries and shoot the doves
play with the country lads and tend the calves.
As we ride through fields and watch the herd…
That had that’s our herd!
And now I don’t care anymore
All I care about is my own,
my sweet lady
my son, Hardy
And this awesome land….