It was the tenth month of the year as the leaves were beginning to change
And am apple tree caught my eye.
Red, golden and green were the colors
Pressed against a nimbus sky.
No artist's brush could have capture it
The colors were perfectly blended.
Only God could create that magnificent work
Exactly as he had intended.
As I stood there watching that illusion, a young and pretty girl
passed me by.
Her long and golden hair blew freely in the October wind, the realness
of that mirage
Pressed against a nimbus sky.
I dared not speak ... ner'y a work did I utter
As she sauntered past my side.
Never! Never in a month of Sunday would I surmise
that she would one day be my bride.
We met a later date in time
Mutual love filled each our eye.
Promising forever. forsaking never... our precious love
Pressed against a nimbus sky.