Living All of It
Those carefree days of summer
running in the fields with my woman.
Will it ever happen or is it just a dream?
If only money came easy,
how soon I would have her released!
She locked away in that cold prison
and me longing every minute for her
to be free and with me.
How long has it been?
Spring turned to summer and
summer turned to fall and then winter.
Spring came again followed by summer,
and now fall.
How weary and old I've grown
waiting for my woman.
Will there be another winter
or another spring or summer or fall?
I surely hope not!
But let my love come to me soon,
ere I die away, never to know the
kisses from her sweet lips!
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