Say what you will, I will miss you my friends. Let me move along for the road never ends. Vowing to live till the end of all time. All the way to the ends of the earth because i'm.
"Welcome Home". -Eric Bogle. . Now when the boys came home, Annie cried and Annie cheered. She'd been on her own for a long and lonely year. Living for his letters from far away Vietnam.
Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags. and stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags. These days, jolly junkies go on house-breaking jags.
In case of loving unreturned. Unrequited fingers burn. Don't you blame yourself at all. There is no blame, there is no crime. This madness happens all the time.
I look for comfort in the arms of every friend that I have known. I long for poetry to sweep away the clouds above my soul. I let myself believe that these will be my saviors till the end.
(Sandy Denny). The summer was the reason. Why it took so long to see. That even if I do possess. Some seeds of honesty. There is no garden. So how come I have no land?.
(D. Fisher, F. Fisher). Why do you whisper, green grass. Why tell the trees what ain't so?. Whispering grass. The trees don't have to know. Why tell them all your secrets.
Widow's Walk. Words and music Chris Foster. . The storm clouds draped on the horizon. An his love climbed the stairs so she could see. On the second story perch of her protection.