First Love - Last Love

He met a sweet gentle maiden Out where the bluebells grow. Romantic first love came his way Where the silent waters flow. 'Twas during the long hot summer He remembers it O so well! They both threw caution to the winds As deeply in love they fell. They sat on the banks of the river Wandered through the fields and the glen Picking wild bluebells and buttercups Stealing a kiss now and then. In June, the church bells were ringing At the Altar, two souls pledged their love Forever to belong to each other other High mountains they could rise above.. Love had become a rhapsody... A beautiful serenade just for two. And 'First Love' in the long hot summer Endured a whole lifetime through.