bird_migration
09-28-2006, 01:10 AM
As my father used to say
to his father, he was dying
'enjoy the last of the last day
I will not leave you crying'
I see him standing, next to me
I was but six nails tall
'see, my boy, now what you see's
glorious summer decays to fall'
As years gone by I grew a young man
a young man, was I, fierce and strong
a young man, was I, all along
As my father used to say
to my mother, she was dying
enjoy the last of the last day
I could not help but crying
~ bird_migration - Dec. 1845
to his father, he was dying
'enjoy the last of the last day
I will not leave you crying'
I see him standing, next to me
I was but six nails tall
'see, my boy, now what you see's
glorious summer decays to fall'
As years gone by I grew a young man
a young man, was I, fierce and strong
a young man, was I, all along
As my father used to say
to my mother, she was dying
enjoy the last of the last day
I could not help but crying
~ bird_migration - Dec. 1845