How to Walk a Girl Home - 11/30/17 11:41 PM
How to Walk a Girl Home ©2017 Robert George
It was a sunny Saturday in nineteen fifty-eight
They met outside a matinee on an awkward first date
But that foreign flick was boring,
Then some guy started snoring
They left early and the weekend buses always ran late
She was gonna call her mama on the pay phone
Till he said he knew a quiet, scenic way home
They got milkshakes at the Tastee Freeze
Walked a foot path through Magnolia trees
They could hear the frogs and crickets speak
Dreams and roses bloomed along a creek
Twilight was a picture show
Painted with a purple glow
Then a slow n tender kiss
In the silver evening mist
When he left her with a rose
She blushed and thought, “He sure knows
How to walk a girl home”
There were chiming wedding bells one April afternoon
And he’d been planning well for life beyond the honeymoon
Moonlight was a soda fountain,
Splashing on a distant mountain
As they drove back from a sweet, romantic week in Cancun
Then he pulled off by a gate and parked his old Chevelle
And they walked an old trail to a cabin on a hill
And they saw a pair of graceful swans
Courting on a peaceful crystal pond
They could hear the crickets sing and play
Dreams and roses bloomed along the way
Love was written long ago
Like forever’s picture show
Then a slow n tender kiss
In the silver evening mist
When he picked his bride a rose
She smiled and thought, “He sure knows
How to walk a girl home”
Oh, he was a wise old man of seventy-eight
When his chariot pulled up outside that gate
Two months later she was dozing in her rocking chair
When he took her hand and led her far from there
They went somewhere up beyond the clouds
And received what heaven has allowed
They could hear the frogs and crickets speak
Dreams and roses bloomed along a creek
Morning was a picture show
Painted with a golden glow
Then a slow n tender kiss
In a rainbow sunrise mist
When he picked his bride a rose
She grinned and thought, “He sure knows
How to walk a girl home
How to walk a girl home
How to walk a girl home…”
It was a sunny Saturday in nineteen fifty-eight
They met outside a matinee on an awkward first date
But that foreign flick was boring,
Then some guy started snoring
They left early and the weekend buses always ran late
She was gonna call her mama on the pay phone
Till he said he knew a quiet, scenic way home
They got milkshakes at the Tastee Freeze
Walked a foot path through Magnolia trees
They could hear the frogs and crickets speak
Dreams and roses bloomed along a creek
Twilight was a picture show
Painted with a purple glow
Then a slow n tender kiss
In the silver evening mist
When he left her with a rose
She blushed and thought, “He sure knows
How to walk a girl home”
There were chiming wedding bells one April afternoon
And he’d been planning well for life beyond the honeymoon
Moonlight was a soda fountain,
Splashing on a distant mountain
As they drove back from a sweet, romantic week in Cancun
Then he pulled off by a gate and parked his old Chevelle
And they walked an old trail to a cabin on a hill
And they saw a pair of graceful swans
Courting on a peaceful crystal pond
They could hear the crickets sing and play
Dreams and roses bloomed along the way
Love was written long ago
Like forever’s picture show
Then a slow n tender kiss
In the silver evening mist
When he picked his bride a rose
She smiled and thought, “He sure knows
How to walk a girl home”
Oh, he was a wise old man of seventy-eight
When his chariot pulled up outside that gate
Two months later she was dozing in her rocking chair
When he took her hand and led her far from there
They went somewhere up beyond the clouds
And received what heaven has allowed
They could hear the frogs and crickets speak
Dreams and roses bloomed along a creek
Morning was a picture show
Painted with a golden glow
Then a slow n tender kiss
In a rainbow sunrise mist
When he picked his bride a rose
She grinned and thought, “He sure knows
How to walk a girl home
How to walk a girl home
How to walk a girl home…”
