Walk With Me
Let your soul wander free through the valley of dreams
Through the hills and the forest and the fast running streams.
Let the memories flow through the years long ago
To those happier times I am sure you have known
And when times they get bad look through the memories you had,
Of those soft summer evenings and the friends that you've known.
Take my hand, walk with me from the cliffs to the sea
Be soothed by the sound of the breeze through the trees
The waves when they break, and the sounds that they make
Hear the sounds through the trees of the birds and the bees
Watch the young as they play in the streets of today
Walk with me through the hills, through the meadows so green
Sit a while and just ponder at the wonders you see.
Take my hand sit a while in the shade of a tree
But don't ever be sad for the things you can't see
Let the low rolling hills guide your thoughts and your dreams
Let the hot summer sun soothe your mind
Walk with me to the fishing village asleep on the coast
Watch the old women fixing the nets on the boats
The old men sit and talk tell the tails of the past
Don' be afraid of the past or the future to come
There are many good things in this world to be done
See the boats as they sail, feel the wind as it blows on your face
Make your plans for the future, don't dwell on the past.
Let your mind wander fee and be happy at last.
Copyright © Thomas Walls | Year Posted 2006
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