Me Help You

I'm Not in Any Shape to Help You I Don't Feel Very Well The Sadness of My Life Would Make Good Books to Sell My Body Has Betrayed Me I Woke up to Find it Old Now Nothing Can Console Me As Old Age and Illness Turns Me Cold Love and Youth Are Gone Now Both Passed Away with Time Of Course My Day Will Come When My Eyes No Longer Shine But Believe Me I Am Ready Living Life Has Made Me Tired I Know it Shouldn't Be this Way But My Roads Were Rough and Briard Oh, Very Well, I'll Help You You Knew That from the Start Come and Sit Beside Me And Let's Hear What's in Your Heart Connie Moore 3 20 93