| If I should never watch a sunset Or hear the sound of pouring rain Taste the fresh of new made butter Or sink in feel of sandy grain
I'd hold fast to precious memory In keeping them we all are made Definineing things we hold so dearly In close attention we have paid
But gladly loose a dozen feelings When senses flood with such delights The blow of wind upon my eyelids The smell of oak on chilly nights
Than forget those days we touched each other When gentle, softly blew to mind Made me feel so loved, important As we unraveled precious time
For in those thoughts that I am happy To ease away, with tears in eyes And hear your goodbye fade behind me Not knowing one of any whys |