Life Is A Song
As a westerly wind blows the broom sage
Whipping a tune as variable as life
Somedays its "Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song"
Then other days, "Islands In The Stream"
Maybe today it will be, "You Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucile"
Then tomorrow, "We're Getting Married In The Morning"
A month or two later, "I'm Going To Jackson"
If life lets two stay together, at the end, sing "I'll Stroll Over Heaven with You"
Singing in life, lets our moods come out
So, life is a song even if you can't carry a tune
"Sing Them Over Again To Me, Those Wonderful Words Of Life"
" Let me more of their beauty see, those wonderful words of life."
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