I sit and ponder olden days,
When Sun would shine his golden rays
On furrowed fields and quiet pathways
And evening turned the sky ablaze
Glowing over Harris Road.
The horses graze, the songbirds cry,
And peace resounds from grass to sky,
And no one bothers asking why
That nothing seems to go awry
Down on Harris Road.
My tale begins with lasses three
--With horses all were thrilled to be--
Their mighty steeds, a sight to see,
And clothed by nature’s great beauty,
They’d ride for hours—endless glee
All over Harris Road.
Friendship growing from the spark
Of common love within the heart,
And joy that wells up from the start
To traverse country lanes depart
And reaching Harris Road.
They raced and chased the cars that drove
So quickly down that gravel road,
Past willow trees and houses old,
That passageway to them hallowed
That they called “Harris Road.”
Their horses, too, their bond was strong.
They knew with whom they did belong,
And nothing between them was wrong.
Such pleasure came from time anon
Down on Harris Road.
Their friendship grew by hour and hour,
Through all the sweet and through the sour.
Respect and trust on each they’d shower,
And never was a moment dour.
Down on Harris Road.
But fateful day that steals apart
A loving friend to pathways dark.
What searing pain does grieve the heart,
And left the two distressed and stark
When reaching Harris Road.
The friend they loved to them was lost.
Her soul, her joy—what awful cost.
Poor soul, in worldly oceans tossed,
Tempestuous trials her life embossed
Away from Harris Road.
Reach out to help they tried to do,
But far away from them she flew.
And losing her they both did rue,
And to the fact they were subdued
That she left Harris Road.
The other two, though grieved, went on
And made their way to different song.
No blade could sever, no right could wrong
The bond that kept them from the throng
And back to Harris Road.
Now grown to ladies full in life
--They’ve seen the tears; they’ve seen the
strife--
But friendship brings them through to light,
And walking hand in hand held tight,
They visit Harris Road.
The memories they do recall
Tell tales that always do enthrall
Of lives and loves so musical
And steeds to them were known from all
Would come with joy at their soft call
To ride down Harris Road.
For there the hopes and dreams live still.
The scent, the beauty gives a thrill
--Day in, day out, through heat and chill,
You’ll hear the cheery whippoorwill
That sings on Harris Road.
