Rose With The Pretty Brown Eyes

[shortydawkins]

This is a poem, but it came to me as a song ...... a buoyant waltz. What do you think?



Oh, Rose, can we dance in the silver moonlight?


I went to a dance and just what did I see,
But a pretty young girl that was smiling at me.
She had long pretty hair, she had pretty brown eyes,
That melted my heart, made me quiver and sigh.
I asked her to dance and she smiled up at me,
One look in her eyes told me she was for me.

Oh, Rose, can we dance in the silver moonlight?
Can we walk hand in hand in the summer sunlight?
Can I see you tomorrow? Can I see you tonight?
Can I love you from morning till night.

We walked in the fields, and we walked on the sand.
And I held her real close, oh, the feeling was grand.
We lay on the grass and I loved her some more.
Her sweet, tender lips told me what was in store.
She told me she loved me, I answered the same.
We loved in the meadow, without any shame.

Oh, Rose, can we dance in the silver moonlight?
Can we walk hand in hand in the summer sunlight?
Can I see you tomorrow? Can I see you tonight?
Can I love you from morning till night.

One day as we walked, I thought this is the life,
I asked her to marry, to be my sweet wife.
She looked up at me with a tear in her eye,
Said, we cannot marry, my darling, here’s why.
My spirit is free, it can’t stand any chains,
I’ll love you today while my love still remains.

Oh, Rose, can we dance in the silver moonlight?
Can we walk hand in hand in the summer sunlight?
Can I see you tomorrow? Can I see you tonight?
Can I love you from morning till night.

One day without warning, my Rose disappeared.
I knew it would happen, ‘twas just as I feared.
No more will I hold her, look into her eyes.
Her smile is a memory, the thought makes me cry.
But I will remember that look in her eye,
That way that she smiled, yes, it still makes me sigh.

Oh, Rose, can we dance in the silver moonlight?
Can we walk hand in hand in the summer sunlight?
Can I see you tomorrow? Can I see you tonight?
Can I love you from morning till night.

The years they have past, I am not a young man.
Though memories are faded, I still feel the pain,
Of a girl with a smile that was lively and gay,
With the look in her eye that had so much to say.

Oh, Rose, can we dance in the silver moonlight?
Can we walk hand in hand in the summer sunlight?
Can I see you tomorrow? Can I see you tonight?
Can I love you from morning till night.


Shorty Dawkins

[rvm45]

Well Shorty, you've certainly hit the ground running here......

That's good.

Just a few extra frequent posters can really serve to muscle a Forum up.

Finally another Poem.

That's great.

I noticed your rhyming pattern was AABBAA.

Almost a Limerick--AABBA.....

Supposedly a Limerick is always light-hearted and frivolus.

It would be most interesting to try to tell a serious story with interlinking limericks.....

But it won't be done by me.....

Not that talented.

Thought about doing an extended rubaiyat.

Anyway, interesting work.

.....RVM45

[shortydawkins]

RVM45,
I hadn't thought of the rhyming being similar to a limerick. That would definitely be interesting to tell a tragic story as several Limericks tied together. Hmmmm....... Interesting possibility.

Here is another poem/song in a humorous vein:


A Courtin’ He Will Go

There was a young man, name of Mad Mountain Jack,
He decided a gal of his own he did lack.
Pretty Molly appealed to him, pretty and bold,
It was Molly he yearned for and wanted to hold.

Now Jack he was simple and kind of naive,
He called on dear Molly, 'twas on Christmas Eve.
When she answered the door, he knew not what to say,
Molly closed shut the door, "Jack be gone on your way."

Young Jack he was stubborn and did not give up,
So he sent her some flowers and asked her to sup.
I'll cook you a meal that will please you and more,
Not the kind of a meal that you buy at the store.

Molly sent him her answer, I'll be there at eight,
For a man who can cook, it is rare, it is great.
But one thing I must ask you, please, never to do,
In the house will you never your tobacco chew.

Jack decided his ardor which burned like a torch,
Was worth it to him to take chew on the porch.
As you well might imagine the dinner went well,
From the Chapel soon came sounds of their wedding bells.

Now all you young fellers who yearn for a gal,
And you want her to love you and be your best pal,
If your ardor should flame, if it burns like a torch,
Just remember to take your chew out on the porch.

[debralee]

Just saw these Shorty, they are very good. Thanks for sharing.