From Her Cottage By The River

From her cottage by the river that flows to the bay
The woman who hails from the Land far away
Can see the old mountain in it's face of brown
That overlooks the green countryside close to the town
She has not seen her Homeland for many a year
But for what has been she does not have a tear
Her husband died young love and happiness with him she had known
Though she has become used of living on her own
The accent she was born into with her will stay
For as long as she will live till her last night and day
A beautiful woman in her early fifties her shoulder length dark hair has in it strands of gray
She is one who does age in a graceful way
In the silent twilight the babble of the river she does hear
From the lake by the hill by her cottage flowing near.