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.
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
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
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
