Author: Joyce Hemsley
We stood beside the daffodils the evening sun shone o'er the bay; we saw the river from the hills the hours gently passed away. I was your girl, you were my boy in days when life was full of joy. And even now, I reminisce still see the sunset o'er the bay and feel the magic of your kiss - the years withering away! I'm still your girl, you're my boy, dreams of you are dreams of joy.