The last couple of days have left me overwhelmed by and grateful for all of the affection and attention that has come my way. I am a fortunate man. Sitting tonight in the upstairs room that is my “office” and going through the pockets of my mind trying to find words to describe at least some of what I’m feeling, I was pulled to a song my friend Billy and I wrote many years ago. Tonight seems a good night to sing them again.
friends at last
night and the phone rings pretty late
I need to talk are you still awake
you still awake
pride freezes the words we try to say
how did you get so far away
you’re far away
facing a day that’s too much to bear
never need never bleed
on the face that we wear
but when the snow falls on your roof
and my world feels colder
when you know without any proof
that you have my shoulder
when the fear of pain comes to break us
it’s the years of strain that will make us
friends at last
eyes just a glance and look away
how is your life and have a nice day
hey have a good day
so hard to pay what it costs to share
drop a line and it’s fine
but does anyone care
but when the snow falls on your roof
and my world feels colder
when you know without any proof
that you have my shoulder
when the fear of pain comes to break us
it’s the years of strain that will make us
friends at last
facing a day that’s too much to bear
never need never bleed
on the face that we wear
but when the snow falls on your roof
and my world feels colder
when you know without any proof
that you have my shoulder
when the fear of pain comes to break us
it’s the years of strain that will make us
friends at last
Peace
Milton
Tears and tears. Those friends are precious. Sometimes I wonder who out there keeps late hours.
MILTON!! Oh, my God!…Thank you.
Thanks.
I am up late and up early, too, these days. That is truly a brilliant song, Milty. Just lovely and just right, too.