The First Saturday in May

by Robert Gronewold

The First Saturday In May

on the first Saturday in May we can be young again

on the first Saturday in May, we can fall in love again

when the winter turns to spring again

in Louisville

on the first Saturday in May..

on the first Saturday in May beneath the twin spires

we can run like the wind; those warm winds of summer

we'll run with the wind and be young

with all of our love songs yet to be sung

beneath a summer sky

on the first Saturday in May..

oh please come with me on the first Saturday in May

we'll drink the mint julep with joy in our tears

we'll float in warm breezes with ghosts and with angels

and champions in the dirt

and the grass and the trees and the wood

it's Churchill Downs

where our hearts can live..

on the first Saturday in May, and at least two weeks thereafter

immortality is possible; possible, though unlikely..

on the first Saturday in May, we can run the classic distance

ten furlongs..

on the first Saturday in May, it's possible even too

to run the mile oval, in one fifty nine and two, possible; but unlikely..

but on the first Saturday in May for sure, we'll live another lifetime out

in two minutes and some seconds, on the first Saturday in May..

we'll live this lifetime out..

on the first Saturday in May, the old will be young

the songs will be sung and our joys will be heard

we'll take chances in life, for that is what life is for..

and we'll dream and wish and hope and cheer

and we'll run for the roses..

and we'll say a prayer and ever thereafter

we'll fill an afternoon with laughter

and we'll be boys and girls forever together

on the first Saturday in May..

the most tender softest love we'll ever yearn

will always be young, and always be strong

and still have a chance

at the clubhouse turn..

on the first Saturday in May, think of me in a bluegrass meadow

and put your heart against my heart, and remember us in Lexington..

and one day when we leave the farms

and ride with our ponies down

and all the good people will come into town,

on the first Saturday in May

and hats and smiles will fill the day

on the very first Saturday, of our May..

think of soft and tender wishes; hopes forever yearned

waiting for you always, in eternity, at the far turn,

on the first Saturday in May..

and at the quarter pole of life, when down the stretch we go

I hope you'll always know,

that I loved you..

and I hope you'll forgive me, if I made mistakes

because I ran the best I could

though maybe not as strong, or fastest one this year

maybe next year; for there's still next year

for you there's always next year..

oh maybe I wasn't the best, that I wished I could be;

I'm sorry if I let you down,

oh my dearest, ..

oh the first Saturday, in May..

and when I die if you love me

please scatter me somewhere, on the first Saturday in May

but be in time to make it back, for My Old Kentucky Home

and you'll find me there all over again

and I'll be young all over again

and we'll fall in love, all over, again

and all the world's pain will be gone

and we'll run;

on the first Saturday in May, we will run again..

so please be with me this year and always,

on the first Saturday in May

and whatever broken hopes remain

are washed away in the summer's rain

and all the dreams we dreamed of youth

will all live forever in a moment of truth

and we'll be together; in our moment of truth..

in one moment of truth,

one beautiful last sweet moment of truth..

in the wonderful last sweet moment,

of truth..

..and they're off..

in the Kentucky Derby..

- 2.3.06

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