BLUE BONNET PLAGUE

It all started last spring
When I moved to Pennsylvania
Green fields decked with little flowers 
I was enchanted by the April showers
I walked into a bed and breakfast
When I saw her clad in a velvet dress
My mind raced wildly with Shakespearean sonnets
As I saw her put on a little blue bonnet

Chorus:
I've got the blue bonnet plague
And it won't let go of me
I've got the blue bonnet plague
And neither will she

I saw the girl leave the room
And then I got up to follow
On an old dirt road I made my way
Through a dark but peaceful hollow
I came across a run-down barn
And there I met her father
An Amish man of 63
He said I oughtn't bother

(Chorus)

Winter 1993, Ash Hall/Pye Hirsche