"Bess" by Steve Thomason:


Chorus - A better friend no man could have
No truer heart, no keener eye,
A better friend no man could have,
As the sun sets in the western sky.

I've had her since I was a boy
Since first I came onto the farm,
Her company has brought me joy,
Her courage kept me safe from harm

She's been with me on all my walks,
By rushing stream and bracken glen,
And listened close to all my talks,
And never disagreed with them.

And as we walked by moorland stream,
We watched the wild hare running by,
Relived those walks in all our dreams,
As skylarks sang in summer skies.

But now she lies close by the hearth,
No hares to chase, no skylarks fly,
She takes that one last lonely path,
As the sunlight fades from western skies.