Hand in Hand

Hand in Hand

Hand in hand my babe are travelin’

Country roads; asphalt and gravlin’

Wintry wind bright, brisk and breezy,

Take it slow handle her easy.

Barren fields; horizons whitened,

Travelin’still; yet you are frightened,

Cargo gold, and some is silver,

You must go; you must deliver.

Turn ahead;  weather’s easin’,

Warmer winds; calmer season,

Summer birds they are nesting,

In your arms I am resting!

Hand in hand my babe are travelin’

Country roads; asphalt and gravlin’,

River slope tree lined and shady,

Safe once again with my lady.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 9, 2014