Dave Chessher Biography

This ugly old woman, Haggard and worn
The fumes from her potion keeping her warm
This small frail witch stirring her pot
The foulness, the stench, the smell of rot
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The sun so warm, glistening and bright
Reflecting on the water, so still, so light

Trees with golden leaves flowing in the air
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What a cruel life that stands before me
I feel so helpless, is it only I can see?

My troubled soul, so tattered so torn
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The fresh white frost has gone away
The soft spring sun is here to stay
The sky above so bright & blue
The fresh breeze blows over me and you
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There is an old building
It stands in our street
A house of god where people meet
The church bells toll every hour
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