I stroll along a fragrant country lane br With honeysuckle perfume on the air - br And feathered crooner's warble to revere - br Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain br In empathy - it seems to sense my pain br Of knowing all was done with my affair - br Her empty meaning now the solitaire br She cast away - betrothment all in vain. br But oceans team with many fish to catch br So I must up and hoist another sail br And seek the one that really waits for me, br For soon auspicious breezes will prevail br In guiding forth to find a truer match: br The one to take my hand as wife to be.