Come my friend and walk with me....Walk with me down the trail of our history....We were neighbors when we first met...Over there's our old houses ...How could I forget...Ever since that day we was always together ...Hand in hand through all kinds of weather...Learning our numbers and ABC'S ..Playing kick the can and climbing tree's..Over there''s that the one that's the tree ..Where we both were attacked by bee's...Walking down this trail of history ...Brings back pleasant and painful memories...Memories that will surely last a life time...Especially the one of our first taste of wine..In that field of clovers Where consequent was blind ....For the cost and payment that day was innocents left behind...Yes up these mountains and valleys of life we would travel through ....I can honestly say I would of never made if it wasn't for you....For your the only one that stood by my side.Through all these challenges of life...And I'm so proud to call you my friend -my lover - my wife.....This trail of history is nice to walk down every now and then....To reflect on days when we were young...That will never be again...But still we hold them deep within our hearts ...Like a long lost friend....And if you ask me if I would do it the all over again...I would reply the same way over and over my friend.....