There are times when what is to be said looks out of the past at you - looks out like someone at a window and you in the street as you walk along.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
all my little words
Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn't matter what I do
Not for all my little words