WE stood at the bars as the sun went down Beneath the hills on a summer day; Her eyes were tender and big and brown, Her breath as sweet as the new-mown hay. Far from the west the faint sunshine Glanced sparkling off her golden hair; Those calm, deep eyes were turned toward mine, And a look of contentment rested there. I see her bathed in the sunlight flood, I see her standing peacefully now, Peacefully standing and chewing her cud, As I rubbed her ears, -- that Jersey cow. |