Jayne Davies (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)
Lets Walk Into The Past
The fresh green hills are beckoning,
A sign that Spring is here,
My broken heart lies torn within,
For you're no longer here,
And as I walk this woodland path,
Your memory is so clear,
Remembering how you walked with me,
The one I loved so dear.
I come across a favourite spot,
The place where Bluebells grow,
Without you now, it's not the same,
Oh how I miss you so.
I gather up the flowers, graced with morning dew,
Picked for you so tenderly,
Beneath the sky so blue.
I'll hold your love forever,
For memories truly last,
Your always here beside me,
Lets walk into the past.
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