My Song

Verse one: This old world gets awful lonesome and cold. And some days it leaves me feeling broken down and old. And since I’ve spent the better part of my life alone, I guess I’ll just live out the rest of it on my own. So I just hum out an old familiar tune. I sing to my self, myself and the man in the moon. Chorus: It’s the sound of a whiperwill, singin from a willow tree. It’s the wind a blowin, across the plain wild and free. That’s my song and it’s playin just for me. I never wrote down the words, but I’ve been singin it all my life long. It’s carried me down the road, and onto my way home. So I sing to my self, when this old world leaves me feeling all alone. Verse Two: It’s the song I’ve been writing all my life, And it carries with it, all my pain and strife. It’s the one thing I have when there’s nothing left to hold. And the music comes together as the story is told. Even though it’s a sad lonesome sound. It keeps my feet standing when there’s no one around. Verse Three: I’ve known for a while the only thing I’ll ever have is m. I guess that’s the way the Maker, intended it to be. No one to hold onto but no one to hold me down. This is the life that I have found. So I just keep on singin my song And it keeps me going, so I can stay strong. Sarah Comstock 3/16/2010