Down by the creek where the willow trees sway,

There's a girl with two jugs always on display,

She smiles and laughs as she gathers the spring,

I'm wonderin' if I could be her lucky thing.

Her jugs hold more than just water, it's true,

They carry the love of the mornings anew,

I see her each day with the dew on her shoes,

Hoping one day she'll see me in that view.

Can I fill your jugs with a love that's so pure?

Together we'll laugh, together we'll endure,

In the warmth of your gaze, my heart never shrugs,

Oh darling, tell me, can I fill your jugs?

She hums a tune as she pours from her glass,

A melody sweet that just won't let pass,

Her laughter like honey, so pure and so dear,

I want to kiss her cheek and hold her near.

In a world full of chaos and much too fast pace,

Your jugs and your smile take me to a place,

Where time stands still and love’s just enough,

Where I can fill your jugs, girl, and give you my trust.

The sun sets low behind fields of gold,

As we walk hand in hand where stories are told,

If you'll be my lady, with your heart and those jugs,

I'll be your man with all the love and hugs.