Dec 15, 2020

In nature hear this voice it a reason for this belief l carry

only things l have ever known
I was lost and all alone but heard you callin me home.....callin me home...l hear you callin me home...the peace in my soul....faith it's grown... still l hear you callin me home..
 


She sits knitting a jumper

Waitin for the home loving man

To return to port

Tomorrow become today

I once knew someone who waited

They we even me mocked

In a port city we never knew

That love was everlasting


Love everlasting went out of fashion you see....during my time in this place..


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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"