Fair, Kind, and True (Sonnet 105)

Intro

Oh gather 'round, the prairie calls,

Boots tap the floor of weathered halls,

With lonesome wind and laughing eyes,

We tip our hats 'neath painted skies.

Verse 1

Let not my love be idly cast,

Where shifting shadows gather fast,

For every line in sonnet learned,

Another page of longing turned.

Chorus

Fair, kind, and true, in this song,

Hearts dance to the western throng,

Rhyme and rhythm where we belong,

In the melody, we feel so strong.

Verse 2

Not mine own fears, nor the world's praise,

In the dance of love, our hearts blaze,

Whether on stage or in the hay,

We swing to the band and sway.

Pre-Chorus

O, never let me to untrue,

For every note, my love's for you,

With steel guitars and fiddles too,

We keep it honest, sweet, and blue.

Chorus

Fair, kind, and true, in this song,

Hearts dance to the western throng,

Rhyme and rhythm where we belong,

In the melody, we feel so strong.“Fair,” “kind,” and “true” have often lived alone,

Which three till now never kept seat in one.But now they are with wonderful you! [End]