Or maybe "On the Banks of the Wabash."Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,On the banks of the Wabash, far away.Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,It was there I begged of her to be my bride.Long years have passed since I strolled thro' there churchyard.She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear,I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it,Still I'd give my future were she only here.You know that has to be THE most depressing State song. :p:lol:
:lol:That's the stanza they somehow never quite get to… :pYou know I was like 33 years old before I ever knew the words to the complete song. I couldn't believe it! LMAO.
I like moon shots. The clear ones are kind of romantic, and the ones with clouds kind of spooky.:up:
I quite agree! 🙂
Beautiful. How did you shoot the first one? Big lens?
Big lens, yes, Naomi! Thanks! 🙂
Oh, perfect for Halloween! As Star says, the second is spooky looking. Would make a great book or album cover. :up:
It would, wouldn't it? Thanks! 🙂
you know i still dont have a cover image for the new novel, assuming i ever get it finished it's called Years and Shadows
😀 I'll bear that in mind… 😀
Well, well, well… Might be an opportunity there, don't you think? 😀
Well if some shot or another would occur to you all of a sudden…:D
Nice!Makes me think of "Moon River".
😀 Glad you like it, YP!
Wow – I think you must be right. No wonder Indianans look so miserable most of the time. 😆 Lovely river, though!
Or maybe "On the Banks of the Wabash."Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,On the banks of the Wabash, far away.Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,It was there I begged of her to be my bride.Long years have passed since I strolled thro' there churchyard.She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear,I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it,Still I'd give my future were she only here.You know that has to be THE most depressing State song. :p:lol:
:lol:That's the stanza they somehow never quite get to… :pYou know I was like 33 years old before I ever knew the words to the complete song. I couldn't believe it! LMAO.