I haven’t written a blog in a while. This could be because:
a. I’ve been tied up in a theatre production that sapped all my energy and more than all my emotions.
b. I’ve had nothing to say.
Anyway, I am making mushroom soup from scratch and listening to country music, so I have decided to write my own song – for my nephew who got married this weekend. Make sure when you read this, you imagine it’s the groom speaking in a corny Southern accent and, preferably, to a line-dancing tune.
I’ll be yours when the kookaburras swoop
Everybody’s sitting on the benches with a smile
Waiting for the women who’ll be here in just a while
A twenty-minute delay has been brought on by a shoe
I guess I must be patient before I say ‘I do’.
*Well… every hat-wearin’ cowboy dreams of a girl like you
To keep his fire burnin’ and his engine runnin’ too
Our vows and rings will form a link with our signatures in ink
But I’ll be yours when the kookaburras swoop
We promise to be faithful and hold each other dear
And when I look into your eyes I maybe shed a tear
I just feel so damn excited for what the future has in store
As the petals and confetti drift round us to the floor.
*Well… every hat-wearin’ cowboy dreams of a girl like you
To keep his fire burnin’ and his engine runnin’ too
Our vows and rings will form a link with our signatures in ink
But I’ll be yours when the kookaburras swoop
Our pictures have been taken and I steal some cheeky kisses
Then we enter the reception announced as Mr and Mrs
There’s speeches, toasts and dancing interspersed with dinner
But when the evening fades away I know that I’m the winner.
*Well… every hat-wearin’ cowboy dreams of a girl like you
To keep his fire burnin’ and his engine runnin’ too
Our vows and rings will form a link with our signatures in ink
But I’ll be yours when the kookaburras swoop
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