Memories

So many memories
So many thoughts
All those white gravestones
Pimples and warts
The rich and the poor
Now lay side by side
They All closed their eyes
And bloody well died

One day we shall lay
In the sod thats for sure
Dead to the world
The rich and the poor
When it is my turn
I don’t want to go
I want to be with you
As I know you know

Where ever I be in the spirit
Of time
i think I can find my way back
And just climb
The fence and the gate
On the BIJOU may be
i can sit there
Admiring your old
Apple tree

And possibly drift back
And pick up a trace
Of your eyes and your fashion
And your beautiful face
I just cannot move on
To where I should go
Just one more time
Let me go with your flow

Maybe it feels sick to you
But I must say
I will love you forever
Beginning today
For whatever happens
I beg you I do
To remember I loved you
And that my love was true