I'll sit beside the fire
in winter and think of you
Each day of our youth we shared
and remember you as the one that cared.
And when my memory no longer serves me
I'll remember you with my heart
for the heart never forgets
the one it loves.
When I'm to old to dream
I'll listen for the song of doves
to sing at mornings light in early spring
And when the scent of lilacs fill the air
I'll remember you and I ...once sat there.
When I 'm to old and have gone home
I'll be waiting near somewhere to take you
by the hand and remind you we still care
When I'm to old to dream...
By Bonnie Ray © 2009
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Painting by Josephine Wall
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3-2-2009
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