~*Wait For Me Yolanda*~"

On the green side of the mountain ,

where the great tall timbers grow.

On the grassy side of the meadow,

where the sparkling waters flow.

Where the owl hoots in the moonlight,

and the whiperwills will call,

Stood a maiden fair and lovely

beside the water fall.

Hair golden like the sunset

in the great western sky,

and the wisdom of the ancients

shown in her deep blue eyes

with a gentle heart she waited

for the man that she adored.

and thought of times together

and the love that they had shared.

And a few miles away

in a lot ouside of town,

laid the man she'd waited for

as his blood oozed into the ground.

In a jealous rage Bell had shot him,

obsessed for many years.

When she'd learned about this maiden

that he loved so dear.

As she listened for his footsteps

through the bushes on her right

she didnt see the shadow

as it came closer in the night.

No one heard the gunshot

or saw her as she fell.

and the last thing she saw

was the face of the girl called Bell.

But if you venture out at night

into the warm summer breeze

where the moon shines on the water

and filters through the trees,

you can sometimes see her standing

there beside the waterfall,

and if you listen close you can hear,

on the wind, his call.

"Wait for me Yolanda,

In the meadow I will come.

Wait for me Yoland,

my sweet and lovely one.

I'll come to you Yolanda

by the big water fall.

Wait for me Yolanda,

and listen for my call."

By Shirley Winters

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