Lover's Hill
I walk alone, the cactus blooms, the grass grows green
Along the stream the tree limbs bend from winds that blow
Around my feet the flowers bloom like in a gardener's dream
The falling leaves float by with the waters gentle flow
And there upon the hill the oak still stands
With broken limbs and hollow scars that come from age
Has memory of two lovers holding hands
As they sit upon the hill among the flowers and the sage
Though the sage and flowers' fragrance are the same
And the little stream flows gently as before
A memory still lingers of when two lovers came
To this little hill where love can be no more
And there upon the same old hill I sit to dream
Of the smiling eyes that sparkle like the dew
A tear rolls down my cheek but does not seem
To spoil the thoughts of love that I once knew
Like that old oak tree my limbs are withered now
And like the oak the scars remain there still
It seems that Mother Nature's charm somehow
Still keeps alive the love on lover's hill |
My Own Little World
When I'm all alone in my little world
I can be what I wish to be
I can go anywhere. I can see everything
I can do anything and be me
I can ride on the wings of my favorite bird
I can soar through the clear blue sky
I can go to the moon. I can visit the stars
With no one to see when I cry
I can ride out in space on an alien ship
With no fear that someone is near
I can sit all alone and still be in love
When I cry there is no one to hear
I can be up there in heaven above
With God I can walk hand in hand
I can sing with the angels and be one of them
Forever in God's holy land
I can sing my love songs that are deep in my heart
With no fear they will ever be heard
I can be back in love like I was from the start
Alone in my own little world |
