Springtime is here, and the wind from the south
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Blows strong and warm to clean out your house
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The sun has arisen and the lies that were told are
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Driven outside with the freezing cold
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I can remember a spring just like this
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I was 19 yrs. old
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Now the time is sorely missed
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The first year that I left my mother's house
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Out to make my way in this world somehow
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I can't believe how the times they have changed
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All the dreams that came true still seem so far away
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I remember the days sittin' on the front porch
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With the sun beatin' down in my neighborhood
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I'd sit out all night singin' songs to the moon
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Or try and get some sweet honey back to my bedroom
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My friends they were few but to me they were true
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All we was trying to do was just to make it through
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Always thought for the future, but we shouldn't have cared
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All the best things in life we shared them right there
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So to all those old friends God be with them
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I wish, I wish I could see you again
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In the same corner bar where it all started from
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Dig your plow so deep now the stars have all gone
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So wherever they shine may it be warm and bright
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Out to ease my mind on this worried night
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It all seems so simple and good tidings I send
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I'll never forget that one year that we spent
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When We Meet Again
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G. Love & Special Sauce |