Oh so much
Oh so little
I fell apart
Before becoming brittle
And I still stood strong
When I could not
And I still felt arms
When there’d be none
And I felt for thee, for yeah
How’d I’d ever come some
But forget ye, me
How’d I’d ever love one
I’d not a hand or pan
On my life nor mine
A simpleton of thine
And I don’t expect
Any expectancy
Since I’d n’er be one
Nor any of thee
And they still don’t like
Any piece of me
Guess I had and would
And moments to be ‘stood
And flattened that piece
I’d never had it all of this
I miss you friend of love
I miss you and you were done
We had a minute, oh sweet it was
We had a quick brush of love
And you’re gone and so am I
Tides a flowing forthwith of a tithe
Tides come back on our hides!
Oh thank and thanks be well
I’ve still lived and I’m still well
And better yet to know of you
And farther than I had wished still
However this plays our piece
Granted one grace of this
(c)OWM/Sperling Lider, BMI
