Life, like a river Moves slowly forward Some days it brings smiles Some days will evoke sighs Some days you get stuck And you keep wondering ‘why’ ? Leave life in Fate’s hands It knows what’s best for you It will never ever do Things that you would rue So move ahead with grace And a smile on your face A sway of the hips And a song on your lips
I know if I heard your voice I’d simply melt arms around me would Be my death I’m getting old You are getting old Is this what it takes I think of you every day