Sparkle and shine run wild
round the hall
This old guitar the strings
wail and call
A ghost in the track a face
on the wall
When an old friend lays down.
May day they scream distress
flares the air
Storm seas are rising spray
in the air
Seems there's no reason no
justice no care
When an old friend lays down.
A seagull's lone cry will fade
with the wind
Take me from Winter fly me
to Spring
Lord it's so sad when the
nightingale sings
When an old friend lays down.
by Dave Walters © 1982 Highway Music
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