1978-12-05

Got thoughts of her running thru my head
I remember when … I remember what we said
I remember, all my feeling’s not dead

Even in the mountains lost in another’s love
I could remember places we shared, the years that we lived
it seems these days I’m thinking more of her
and how we used to share our lives.

I think of my son growing strong
and I wonder how long he’ll be good when I’m gone

Maybe my memory plays, leading me back again
I don’t know … maybe the winter’s just too cold

In a secret place, it never fails me
I feel a trace of all our love could know
and how little any of these others have come to show.

gallagher

5 dec 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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