past and present
Sailing on the river of life, one sees similar shores.
The dust of wood for your Pa, A gemorah from your bro.
Pedals dried by the side, Flowers exploding from life,
How I miss the upper country! As I see it once again.
Friends spells that do bind, sever not in memory
Stagnate waters once enjoyed, remembered through racing rapids,
Thick groves seldom sojourned, give way to wondrous light.
Look back and up but do not fret, and enjoy the path,
as we sail the river of life.
The dust of wood for your Pa, A gemorah from your bro.
Pedals dried by the side, Flowers exploding from life,
How I miss the upper country! As I see it once again.
Friends spells that do bind, sever not in memory
Stagnate waters once enjoyed, remembered through racing rapids,
Thick groves seldom sojourned, give way to wondrous light.
Look back and up but do not fret, and enjoy the path,
as we sail the river of life.