Amy and Doug

Amy and Doug Thinking about Dog and Amy Louise Always will bring me down to my knees Amy Louise is close to my Brother One or two grave stones away from each other Amy Louise had lived eight weeks of life It cut though my heart, like a never used knife During the sorrow of burying my Brother My eyes they kept turning to the tomb of another Brother I thought, you had forty long years I think Amy’s short life, brought out my tears So just when you think that, life is a squeeze Say a little prayer for Amy Louise Amy Louise had only eight weeks of life It cut through my heart like a never used knife. My brother Doug was built like a bull He enjoyed lots of things, lived life to the full Forty years old when a kid stole a car Crash, bang and wallop, it left a huge scar So Amy and Doug are neighbours as such They lie in a graveyard, you can’t ask for much Eight weeks of life, such a short time to be It stung more than my bro’s death, take it from me Eight weeks of life, then gone like a breeze I will always think of you Sweet Amy Louise