LET ME BE YOUR HAPPY
LOOKING DOWN AT ME
THE LONELY WHITE CROSS
LET IT BLOW LET IT BLOW
I'M A NINETY-YEAR OLD STREAKER
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THEY ARE WAITING FOR US
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I WAS THERE
MY CHILD ON THE DAY YOU WERE BORN
YOU AND WE WERE BLESSED WITH LIFE
I WAS THERE
AT YOUR SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY
YOU WERE SPEECHLESS WITH NOTHING TO SAY
I WAS THERE
IN YOUR TEENS WHEN TIMES WERE FUN
YOU LOVED SPORTS ESPECIALLY TO RUN
I WAS THERE
IN YOUR TWENTIES WHEN YOUR MOTHER DIED
YOU WERE SO SAD AND I HEARD YOU CRY
I WAS THERE
THEN A FEW LATERS YOU MET A GIRL
SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL YOUR HEAD WAS IN A WHIRL
I WAS THERE
YOU DECIDED THAT YOU TWO SHOULD MARRY
YOU SET A DATE AND HAD A WONDERFUL DAY
I WAS THERE
ONLY MARRIED ONE YEAR WHEN SHE WAS KILLED
YOU GAVE UP ALL HOPE AND LOST ALL WILL
I WAS THERE
YOU MY CHILD WERE HURT AND THOUGHT NO ONE CARED
WHEN YOU ARE AT YOUR LONINESS AND NO ONE TO SHARE
I WILL BE THERE
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