My wife recently asked me why I never wrote a song for her. I did, & asked her why she forgot it. I had forgotten I had written this until she mentioned it, I think because I didn't think it was a real knock down song but revisiting it I found that I do like it better now, a lot better. I must have written it when I was in the hospital for a transplant, maybe thinking I leave this behind for her if I was to go. Any comments about the song?

She's The Lass I Do Adore
(Barry Finn)

It fell all on a clear spring morn as the sun rose o'er the bloom
The geese & woodcock shook the dew, the fish flew through the foam
I spied a lass that struck my heart, my eyes saw nothing more
It was then that I was lost in love, for she's the lass I do adore

I approached this fair maid for a word but no words could I speak
The drops of sweat rolled from my brow, my arms & legs did quake
My heart was pierced, I could not speak, sound gone for ever more
I knew she had my heart & soul, for she's the lass I do adore

She asked if I would walk with her through the foggy morn
She led me past the ancient oaks, o'er the hills & far beyond
She lightly took me by the hand, my feet felt no forest floor
My heart it soared o'er the land, for she's the lass I do adore

Among the purple heather we sat down, the ground did seem to moan
Branch & bough all seemed to bend, as bluebells blew like horns
She left me there upon my back, till the stars they brightly shone
So amazed in wonder there I lay, for she's the lass I do adore

The years have past before my eyes, since that day in early spring
Still the view is fresh & fair & still the smell so keen
I've wondered far & traveled wide, in the hopes to see once more
The lovely maid that laid me down, for she's the lass I do adore

copyright Barry Finn 4/27/2000

Thanks
Barry