Treasure Island

Colin Coplin

(Australia)

Lost And Found


Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found

There was a time when I was lonely
Oh so lonely, without you girl
In the wilderness, afraid and empty
Yes so empty, without your love to keep me warm

Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found

I found love for the first time
No more nickels, no more dimes
I held out for the sunshine
Through all the years of mindless rain

Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found

You came and found me alone and weary
Wrapped me in your arms and led me home
Gave me love and taught me plenty
No longer empty, all your love to keep me strong

Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found
Lost and found

Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 (updated 2010)

Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

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