All
good things
got to come to an end:
The thrills have to fade
before they Come 'round again:
The bills will be paid
and the pleasure will mend:
God I Wish I was home
laying 'round with my friends:
The call of the wild:
Caution Thrown to the wind:
The fall of the child
where my longing begins:
Like a River flows rolling
'till it ends in the sea:
Our pleasure grows rolling
'till it Ends in you and me:
Now as the dark gathers into the sky
and leagions of Might go thundering by
&
Regions of light grow dim and then die
and we with Our wings
wait for morning to fly
here
where the angels have appeared
and Are gone
your face like an ember glows in the dawn
but I want you to Remember
all wild deeds live on:
all good times and
all good
friends
...
First
days in
the Holy Land
disappeared down the
Internetdrain
but
we go
on trying
endlessly
for the
moment
...
