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It’s a Great Life

It’s a great life, if you don’t weaken–
so mama said, her face grown pale.
It’s a great life, if you don’t weaken,
but oh lord help, if you should fail.

I gave my love my heart’s safe-keeping
I gave my love my heart to hold:
oh it’s a great life, if you don’t weaken–
my love, he took that heart once whole.

Love’s just so grand until it weakens,
sun shines so bright on your travails,
But when skies dim and leave no beacon,
then tears are all that fill this vale.

That man, he gave my heart a beating
though it beat fast as any bird’s,
oh it’s a great life, if you don’t weaken,
If I but heard my mama’s words–

But life was loud when love was spoken,
and his hands’ touch–it felt so true–
It’s a great life, when vows aren’t broken,
but oh lord help, when love is through.

I gave that man my heart as token
of how I loved him through and through
It’s a great life, till we are broken
now, my heart’s gone, lord help me do.
It’s a great life, till we are broken,
now my heart’s gone, lord help me do.

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Here’s a song as my third poem for April 2015 National Poetry Month, and written for Shay (Fireblossom)’s prompt on With Real Toads.  I can sing this in my head, and it sings country. 

ps- I have edited this slightly since first posting.  I also came up with a very dirge like tune, which I have sung (ha!) and recorded here.