For those she loved
She'd walk a thousand mile
She'd move a mountain,
Do it with a smile.
For her, the cat
Would always swish her tail,
And beloved dog
followed without fail.
Chorus
You can hear her laugh
You can see her smile
She was full of light
She burned so bright.
Despite no cash,
She would still send flowers
A rose or daisies
Pleasure for hours,
And poems too
Or printed socks
And love songs love songs,
Songs that rocked.
Chorus
She wore bright clothes
And hated grey
Elegant and stylish
Every day.
followed her around
The dancing beat,
The Latin sound.
Chorus
She dreamed a dream
Of a faraway place
Transformed her van
Into a magical space.
A travelling temple
Of beautiful things
Where folk could sleep
And dream they had wings.
Chorus
She was a woman of laughter,
Woman of light
And now she's gone
Gone into the night.
But she's not far from kith or kin
She'll always be with us
Carried within.
She'll always be with us
Carried within.
She'll always be with us
Carried within.
Chorus x2
I think of Sam.
I have written two songs for her, but they won't settle down. instead they grow with fragments added. So many memories.
I remmeber ringing her and hearing that chuckle at the end of her voice
when she said, hello, or hang on a minute, or
I'm driving now, it's fine.
Telling me about how she was given away as a baby.
Just for a few months, a bit like me, really
born at the wrong time.
But actually it was the right time.
It all worked out in the best possible way.
She went back to her old mother,
I got a new one. which was more than ok.
I'm rambling again. Must get on with the songs for tonight.
Ich komme,
ich komme
fast wie ein Vogel
über Hügel und
Ocean
hierher
geflogen.
Over the sea
Over the sea
Zehn tausend Meilen
Are nothing to me.
Ich komme dich
halten,
komme dich
holen.
Fest und
sicher,
endlich gesehen,
hoch gehoben,
glänzend, golden,
locker and free.
Ich bedanke dir immer
so look at the sky.
Warte nur
Balde bin ich
Dabei.
Du bist
NICHT
mein Onkel
mein Sohn
mein Vater
mein Bruder
mein Liebling
Was denn?
Was
bist du mir doch?
Ist Freundschaft nur eine schwache Verbindung?
immer zebrechlich...
wer weiss.....
wer weiss?
Mein Gesicht
zerbricht
in tiefen Krevassen,
die von lachen
und weinen
Und leiden
her
kommen
Mein Gesicht
Sieht nun
Ganz
Anders
Aus
Als
Früher.
Ich
Weiss
Nicht
Ob du mich
Erkennen
Wirst.
Oder
willst?
I stumble and
trip
over
words
that lie like logs
fat obstacles
that block my path
They
should
be
tools.
Helps not
hind
rances.
I bend down
to
look at
them.
They
are the
wrong
words,
all of
them.
One
by
one,
I kick them away
and they land
in
a
pile,
a
I can't get
through
or
re-
arrange
them into sense
or
beauty.
So I
am left
with
nothing
to show
you,
you
whom I am
trying
to
reach ....
and comfort.
