Long ago i used to hear your smiling
in the place where my lonely heart will be
now i stray alone among the lost dreams
Where the thoughts they fade away to whispers
and young love remembers that of me
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Alone she wraps the scarf around me
in the tale the wind it shadows free
my eyes they see the strangers fingers
and her smile is lost for you and me
And young love remember that of me
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Stolling down the brook now
i listen to the flowers in their bloom
they flutter their prayers to my memory
where the river meanders to a stream
And young love remember that of me
(c) Frank McGivney (a work in progress)
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