Treasure Island

Albert Martin

Evening In Forth Worth, July The 5th 1976

In your arms
The pretty white little lamb
Lie down

I always grab my suitcase
But I can never go
You are the tie that binds me to this town

In your eyes
The sun
Has reflected

The party of yesterday
Is over now
Only a few bottles of wine are left

Lay your head upon my chest
If it really cries for a rest
Do never think the worst is yet to come
Do better think that what's coming is the best

There's a little song
That tells a story about us
Another night laying on the grass
Another night waiting on the stars

Tomorrow morning
A little haze may come
But It will be gone
In the evening
So as warm will be
My prayer
So as gay will be
My singing

Submitted: Saturday, February 08, 2014
Edited: Saturday, February 08, 2014

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