Saturday, 20 June 2009

Drift on (sailboat).

Goodbye, my dear.
I'm sorry I have to go.
I'll be back in the summer time.
I'll come with winter snow.
I've had such a good time,
But the good times killed me.
I'm sorry I have to leave,
But I'm still within you.

Lookin' back into my past
I wonder how you perceived me.
What mark was my impression?
Well, I guess it's hard to conceive.
We had our share of the good and bad.
Our sailboat rocked the peaks and troughs.
But we always maintained our smiles.
Our sailboat will drfit on and on.
On and on. (Repeat and fade.)

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