IF
If I had but one breath of life left in me,
I'd give you that breath.
If I had but one piece of music and one song left to sing,
I'd play and sing for you.
If I had but one tiny drop of love locked safely within my heart,
I'd give you the key.
If I could look into but one last set of sky blue eyes,
I'd want those eyes to be yours.
If I could feel the passion and tenderness of but one last kiss,
I'd want those lips to be yours.
If I could hear but one last voice whispering in my ear,
I'd want that voice to be yours.
If I could walk in the rain but one last time,
Will you walk with me?
If I could have but one last laugh,
Will you laugh with me?
If I could have but one more night's sleep,
Will you sleep next to me?
If I could feel the tender touch of but one last hand,
Will you touch me?
If I had to choose where to spend my final day of toil,
I would choose the rice fields of Arkansas.
I would be your shade and protect you from the sun.
I would be a gentle breeze and refresh your face.
I would be a cool drink of water and quench your thirst.
If I could write but one last thought,
I would blaze these words across the sky,
"I love you, my Arkansas Rice Farmer."
