Good Grief
My friend, my love, tell me, where did you go?
With a smile like yours you could be anywhere
That you’re happy and safe is all I hope
But I just need to know that you’re there
You took my smile when you went away
But I still have yours right here
I hope they can reunite some day
‘Cos all I’ve got is tears
And I cry, because they dried too soon
But their salty scars remain
They weaved their way down my lost face
Like valleys formed by rain
Girl, you were gentle, you had so much fun
Wrapped up in your fair skin
Your brackeny hair was the talk of the town
And you let nobody in
Is being pretty such a sin?
You took things from me, but you left me gold
This gold I cannot use
It stays locked up in my treasure house
Where it beats away at my blues
Yes, it beats away at my blues
I may forget how much I’ve got
When many days pass me by
But I see your wealth everywhere
And you’re always in my eye
Tell me where you are my love, or tell me where you’ll be
Please tell me where you are my love, I’d sail the seven seas.
Wife, I know, you’re not coming back
Yet there’s still so much to do
I need to get things back on track
But it’s hard ‘cos I still love you
So girl, when I’ve done with life myself
I know what I’m going to do
You stay right there, with your brackeny hair
I’m gonna come & sit right next to you.
Copyright © Peter Hackwell | Year Posted 2019
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