So many memories
\nSo many thoughts
\nAll those white gravestones
\nPimples and warts
\nThe rich and the poor
\nNow lay side by side
\nThey All closed their eyes
\nAnd bloody well died<\/p>\n
One day we shall lay
\nIn the sod thats for sure
\nDead to the world
\nThe rich and the poor
\nWhen it is my turn
\nI don’t want to go
\nI want to be with you
\nAs I know you know<\/p>\n
Where ever I be in the spirit
\nOf time
\ni think I can find my way back
\nAnd just climb
\nThe fence and the gate
\nOn the BIJOU may be
\ni can sit there
\nAdmiring your old
\nApple tree<\/p>\n
And possibly drift back
\nAnd pick up a trace
\nOf your eyes and your fashion
\nAnd your beautiful face
\nI just cannot move on
\nTo where I should go
\nJust one more time
\nLet me go with your flow<\/p>\n
Maybe it feels sick to you
\nBut I must say
\nI will love you forever
\nBeginning today
\nFor whatever happens
\nI beg you I do
\nTo remember I loved you
\nAnd that my love was true<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading