Winterwood by Don Maclean
And time has proven that I'm right
There's no place I'd rather be
Than at your place for the night
No time can pass your sight unseen
No moment steals away unfound
A lifetime lived in such a dream
Floats like a feather to the ground
And for the first I've been seeing
The things I'd never notice without you
And for the first time I'm discovering
The things I used to treasure about you
The birds like leaves on Winterwood
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days
They've learned to live life as they should
They are at peace with Nature's ways
You are as natural as the night
And all that springs from you is good
And the children born beneath your light
Are like the birds on Winterwood
And for the first I've been seeing
The things I'd never notice without you
And for the first time I'm discovering
The things I used to treasure about you
3 comments:
*gives kristina a little prod*
hehehhe, loads of prodding goodness. I do ask again, the question i asked a few entries ago, is everything you put up how you are honestly feeling at the time, or is it just a desire to share this with Everyone?
Just Curious myseld. Tally-ho, have fun.
Bits of what I think/feel, bits of not
I know when i listen to something..... something sits in the brain, and makes an instant link with the emotions inside you. I know Music does with me. But whether it Lingers..... whether it sticks about is another matter. It only seems to be what i feel, when i am actually feeling like that. Music just excentuates those emotions.
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