For Danny
Your Mother is a good woman
but her dreams were never the same as mine
and sometime, before you, before I knew why,
in the Washington wheat fields
our lives became involved and our hearts
began their play.
I didn’t know how it could be then
that you need to share more
than just love and gutsy togetherness
and so it began, and you came our way
the sweet product of all our love and youth
what more can I say? let truth lead the way…
Your Mother loved me and I loved her
but our youth began to slip and fray
and our dreams started to get in the way
beneath the wheat field love and her simple ways
but her dreams were far different from mine
and I can’t live in her settled way
youth isn’t the only time for dreams
and I’ll never come down to where
love isn’t all that I pray
I know you’ve got to wonder
how your young life can be so torn
and the tears come to my eyes to think how
your young soul is so bruised
by all the pain between your mother and I
I hope you see what it means to you
to find the right woman, boy.
For all the love you mother and I shared,
was never worth all the time we spent
and all the pain it took
when our dreams began to get in the way
Drink women like fine wine, boy…
they’ve each got something beautiful inside
but remember your dreams, whatever they may be,
and find a woman whose eyes shine
when you share your deepest dreams with her.
gallagher
30 april 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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