Plow boy

The sun hits my brow as I work, as I push the plow

I wipe the sweat from my head, wishing I were with you instead

But it is the labor that brings you near, your curiosity is too dear

You wonder what drives me, you ask me to stop that is your plea

I continue on with labor and wave at you as if to my neighbor

All the time, all the while knowing, who you are is my reason for glowing

When my work is finished, when my strength has diminished

I will stop what I am doing and I will succumb to your wooing 

We will join hand in hand and together we will stand

Side by side and heart to heart, we will be together never to part