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.
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
