Come walk with me, my love, my dear
When twilight dims the sky
Along the soft, deserted sands,
Let it be you and I.
Please take my hand as long ago
When love was young and new
You scooped a sand crab up for me
From waters azure blue.
I hummed a song that came to mind,
“A Closer Walk with Thee,”
And found you knew the very words
With a Dixieland melody.
Please take my hand and walk with me
Along the Baja shore.
Let’s make a memory to keep
And tuck away before
This lovely week in Baja flies
And we must leave this land.
Oh walk with me my love, my dear,
And let me hold your hand.
An original poem by Diana Wallis Taylor