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.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
You are mine until the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
