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"Walls"
I'm not ashamed To say that I've loved you well I'm not ashamed To let you know
I'm just a name that's all Scratched upon your wall You've used it well but what the hell
That's what walls are for
I'm not ashamed To listen to the fast-fallin' rain In the morning upon my window
I'm not afraid to cry I'm not ashamed to try To be your friend once again
'Cause that's what's friends are for
Friends are for sorting out the hang-ups that we hide Walls are for shutting out the love we feel inside
I'm not ashamed no to talk it over once again To rearrange my vocabulary But I can't seem to find
Any words to change your mind Because I left them all behind And that's what words are for
Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made Names are for calling when there's nothing left to say
I'm not ashamed, no, to say that I've loved you well I'm not ashamed, and yet I know
I'm just a name, that's all Scratched upon your wall You've used it well, but what the hell
That's what walls are for
I'm not ashamed of wearing out my old grey socks Chasing you around the back woods
I'm not ashamed to darn Nor to proud to find some yarn To sew them up once again
'Cause that's what socks are for
It applies to so many people in my life - though one in particular is who I was thinking of as I was reading the lyrics....
Now a Gordon Lighfoot classic....
"Early Morning Rain"
In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand With an achin' in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home And I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain
With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big seven-o-seven set to go But I'm stuck here in the grass Where the cold wind blows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend Well she's rollin' down at last Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time This old airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
and now for my favorite song - the one that touches me deep inside and makes me want to cry - not because It's sad or happy - but just because it touches me. :0)
"The Way I Feel"
The way I feel is like a robin Whose babes have flown to come no more A tall oak tree alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare
Now a woman Lord is like a young bird And the tall oak tree is a young man's heart
Among its boughs you'll find her nesting When the nights are cool she's warm and dry
Your coat of green will protect her Her wings will grow your love will too But all too soon your mighty branches Will cease to hold her she'll fly from you
Now the way I feel is like a robin Whose babes have flown to come no more A tall oak tree alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare When the birds have flown and the nest is bare