I am tired, I am weary, from traveling life's road.
My bones ache, my back is bent, and I have grown old.
I hear the sweet laughter of lovers strolling hand in hand.
All the little children are playing on the street.
Hear the sound of wild geese flying north across the land?
Signs of true love and an early spring, everywhere abound.
The tiny little buds are showing on the trees.
New grass and crocus flowers are poking thru the ground.
Memories are flooding back of a younger and better time.
Oh how my heart breaks as I remember,
How we strolled down this lane with your hand in mine.
No longer do you, my sweet lover, stride along by my side.
Am I forever doomed to live a painful life alone,
My lonely heart tossed here and there, in life's ebbing tide?
Oh sweet death, come quickly and grasp me in your firm hold.
I am tired, I am weary, from traveling life's road.
My bones ache, my back is bent, and I have grown old.
A few more days and I must go,
To meet the deeds that I have done,
Where there will be, no evening sun.
Before I go to that distant shore,
And join those who have gone before,
To another place I must go alone.
There for all my sins I must atone.
When all my sins are washed away,
And I'm made pure enough to stay,
I'll pass on ore to the other shore,
Beyond life's sunset forever more.
No more sadness, no more sorrow.
No more need to fear the morrow.
No more waiting for the evening sun.
All life's purpose will have been done.
~~~finis~~~
Based on a hymn sung for his mother in July,1941
Aint it?
mitch