When the music stops cathy i think,
that's when we'll rest awhile take time
out to look around. What happened, blinked
stopped a moment, the muxic ended.
I now know no matter how hard we try to
turn back time, we have to accept our hair
is now grey, the young, old. used to be have
disappeared and you, my darling Cathy,can
no longer sway to the music,s beat.
You fadeds away when the music ended.
All I we can do, is pray and say it was great
whilst the music played. now at the end of
time Cathy i'll hold you in my arms and whisper
I love you and kiss you goodbye........
dedicated to Cathy. The wee girl in the Villa Rose hotel
in Ballybofey Co Donegal who loaned me her black pen