gingerjon
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN R.I.P.
Eyes
Through my eyes I see pictures of the past
They recall memories I thought would not last
And as we talk, it's just as if we are still there
Of days that were full of joy and no fear
Of times that seem to have happened yesterday
The sun shining bright on fields of new mown hay
Away from cobbled streets for a day in the park
To return on the number six tram before it got dark
We ramble on of days that have since long gone
Of old stories and recollections for every one
Most people are like this you will find
For after all we are all of the same kind.
Through my eyes I see pictures of the past
They recall memories I thought would not last
And as we talk, it's just as if we are still there
Of days that were full of joy and no fear
Of times that seem to have happened yesterday
The sun shining bright on fields of new mown hay
Away from cobbled streets for a day in the park
To return on the number six tram before it got dark
We ramble on of days that have since long gone
Of old stories and recollections for every one
Most people are like this you will find
For after all we are all of the same kind.