With half damp eyes I stared
to the room
Where my friends and I spent
many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered
many a storm,
Laughing and singing 'till
the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where
our hats were hung,
Our words were told and our
songs were sung;
We longed for nothing and
were satisfied
Talking and joking about the
world outside.
With haunted hearts through
the heat and cold,
We never thought we could
get very old
We thought we could sit forever
in fun
Though our chances really
were a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black
from white,
It was all that easy to tell
wrong from right;
Our choices were few and the
thought never hit
That the one road we traveled
would ever shatter and split.
Ah many a year has passed and
gone,
And many a gamble has been
lost and won;
And many a road taken by many
a friend,
And each one of them I've
never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in
that room once again;
Ten thousand dollars at the
drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if
our lives could be like that.
Marco Giunco |
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