Oh this great forebodying feeling
of bad things coming to pass,
of sorrow and unhappiness
and loneliness unsought

Oh how these feelings torment me,
and make my heart desire.
of love and closeness and friendship,
and a coming joy within.

I wish to see these feelings,
if they be true or wrong
to see if I must keep writing
or end this faithless song

Music

Moved by a power
known only to some
I listen hard
to what had become

Become of voice
of thought, and mind
and lost myself
with out a bind

Deep in thought
while thinking of nothing
I listen till
My heart feels something

My joys and sorrows
are left undone
yet I live in comfort
with nothing begun

Lost in the music
I remember the times
and bring the old feelings
I left behind

It may not cure ills
or save the dying
but it can sure stop one
who has just started crying.

Down by the stair
she had waited there.
In the white dress so pure,
With flowers in her hair.

I walked down to her.
She looked with those blue eyes,
And put her hand in my arm.
When I had started to cry

We started down the hall
through the large oaken doors
In between the pine pews
On that red carpet floor

At the end of the aile
I gave her away,
With a tear of gladness
That would help her to stay.

This was her most joyous day
and maybe it was mine.
Or could it have been,
the day she became mine.

I now look back,
on that great wondrous day,
and think of the things
I had given away.