Walking Through a Park In Fall
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
Do you remember weeks ago?
I called you close in hopes to show
Love for you on bended knee
To tame the horse, to plant the seed
To let the wind blow over
And to let the tide make curtains
Out of all my lust for living
And the dream of unrequited love returned
Your memory helps me pass the time
A vision of you still alive
Walking down the street somewhere
With golden flowers in your hair
Smiling like an angel
Who is lost but who is happy
With the gift that she is giving
And the holiness that she has truly earned
We walk among the autumn leaves
The crying sun, the crooked trees
Fighting with the feeling
That my heart is what you’re stealing
As you dance alone to music
That only you can listen to
Like some enchanted meeting
Between Heaven and an unfamiliar Earth
I cannot express the sadness
That I feel when you are happy
To lay with you and realize
That everything will crumble
And that all that’s really real
Is this feeling that I feel
When I look into your eyes
And when we talk and when we touch
And I tell you that I love you...
Copyright 2006 Joe Dickinson