jim foulk (july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

I will climb this mountain
cross islands of despair,
crawl over barren deserts
until I reach your heart my dear.

Oh, how I want to draw
you to me and tell you
the way I feel. So many
troubles we have had.

No ocean is big enough to
keep me from you my dear,
or star so far away
for me to reach you.

Heaven only knows how much
love have I buried in my heart
for you my love. Your smile
will always bring sunshine
to my soul.