A Little Spanish Moss

A little Spanish moss hanging by a long forgotten road 

That winds beside the old rock wall 

By which long forgotten lovers strolled 

 

A little Spanish moss draping down to touch the old rock wall 

Covered in the growth of ages 

Where flowers hum an ardent call 

 

A little Spanish moss where you stumbled on a turning stone 

I caught your hand to steady you 

And you held to mine as if your own 

 

A little Spanish moss hanging on the trees around the lake 

In which the stars were glittering 

By the path that we conspired to take 

 

A little Spanish moss by the way where we walked hand in hand 

where we would kiss beneath the stars 

and the moon would eavesdrop on our plans 

 

A little Spanish moss dripping wetly in the predawn night 

The dawn we never thought would come 

Nor the moon and stars would fade from sight 

 

A little Spanish moss hanging by a long forgotten road 

That winds beside the old rock wall 

By which long forgotten lovers strolled 

-BA Lawson