On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
