by Bill Chadwick
I walk alone most every night,
Beneath the stars that shine so bright,
Bright as the eyes of you.
And when the sky comes falling down,
And there is darkness all around,
All around, I'll be looking for you.
Lonely, I look at the green, flowing meadow,
Wondering what I am to do,
Sun going down and, the trees cast their shadow,
In the shadow and the mist,I remember the last kiss of you.
And when the skies are, once more, blue,I get that old longing, too,
To be held in the arms of you.SOLO
And when the skies are, once more, blue,I get that old longing, too,
To be held in the arms of you,
To be held in the arms of you.
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