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SONGS & DREAMS |
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I guess it was the clitter-clatter In an old tin box, Some things I had forgotten, Old letters and magazines, Some pictures from some younger days, A bow tie and a watch, A cassette with my mother's voice From a telephone answering machine, And a dusty green wine bottle From a time and place so far; It was the very best bottle of wine I'd ever had! I really didn't enjoy it With my favorite company. I really didn't enjoy it In the best of company. But I did enjoy it With some folks just like myself, So far away from home and all alone. And in our hearts we longed to love, But we were unable to For we feared the inevitable losses That would ensue Among us at that time in our lives, But we survived. Though it's been not years, but years I still struggle with the thought That people are so cruel, Self-righteous and mean. And like that bottle We shared that thought Like victims in a dream. Though we laughed and sang together, We still wept in privacy. And how I'd like to see them now, Yes, I'd like to see the change. For today is yesterday's tomorrow, And it's for them that I now sing, I guess it was that clitter-clatter In that old tin box That made me find that old green bottle, And give thanks for how things are. I wouldn't trade in yesterday, But I sure am glad it's gone! And tomorrow may be better than today. Who can say? It just may! |
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