Kimberly Dawn

In a pub by the quay where the tide kisses stone, she walks through

the doorway as if it were home. With hair like the fire in

an autumn day's light, and eyes like the sea under moon's silver

bright. Oh, Kimberly Dawn, my wild wayward flame.

You come like the wind and you leave just the same. I'm lost in

your song, yet I'm found in your smile. I'd wait for you,

darling, till the last of my miles. She'll sing a parting glass soft

as a prayer. Then laugh with the lads till there's none left to dare.