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My Song
Verse one:
This old world gets awful lonesome and cold.
And some days it leaves me feeling broken down and old.
And since I’ve spent the better part of my life alone,
I guess I’ll just live out the rest of it on my own.
So I just hum out an old familiar tune.
I sing to my self, myself and the man in the moon.
Chorus:
It’s the sound of a whiperwill, singin from a willow tree.
It’s the wind a blowin, across the plain wild and free.
That’s my song and it’s playin just for me.
I never wrote down the words, but I’ve been singin it all my life long.
It’s carried me down the road, and onto my way home.
So I sing to my self, when this old world leaves me feeling all alone.
Verse Two:
It’s the song I’ve been writing all my life,
And it carries with it, all my pain and strife.
It’s the one thing I have when there’s nothing left to hold.
And the music comes together as the story is told.
Even though it’s a sad lonesome sound.
It keeps my feet standing when there’s no one around.
Verse Three:
I’ve known for a while the only thing I’ll ever have is m.
I guess that’s the way the Maker, intended it to be.
No one to hold onto but no one to hold me down.
This is the life that I have found.
So I just keep on singin my song
And it keeps me going, so I can stay strong.
Sarah Comstock
3/16/2010
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