winifred thorpe

high on a hill in the Lakes beside a stream i rest,
The green grass lightly swaying in the place that I love best,
the ripple of the water running thought my hand,
the silence that is golden, now I understand.
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I know a man of forty,
who looks like twenty one,
his hair is black as ebony,
he's tall and straight and walks with pride,
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My eyes are dim,
I cannot see the light,
each day, just looks like the night,
I feel my way around the room,
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i think Motorways are a pain
every road looks just the same,
The only thing you get there fast,
but the journey's made to last,
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Put up your hands the robber said
as he pulled the old lady out of her bed,
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I like your smile, when i visit,
Your smile warms my heart,
You try so hard to hide the pain,
And always look the same,
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I kneel me down to pray and think about today,
Did I do the things that are right and did I say my prayers last night.

Was my laughter much to loud and was I standing much too proud,
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Which with others you may share,
But, true family's are wonderful something precious something rare.

Sometimes I'm in trouble and a helping hand they lend my family will always listen, and understand.
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My dearest dear, My heart beat's faster at your tender touch,
Your smile, Is like the sun upon the shore,
Open and true, it makes me love you more,
O! my dear, don't let the sands of time,
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