Salt and pepper hair, dressed to nines
A cane in one hand and her arm in mine
I wish life would go around, just one more time
Sit outside and have a cup of coffee, just one more while
This time I wouldn’t escape to go play
Tell me all the stories I forgot.
Tell me all the stories I miss them….
You can’t go back.
Everything fades to black.
Winds from the sea whispered legends as we strolled
The birds spoke stories of the lost sailors that never made
it home
She’d lean on me and I on her
And I fear my memories are becoming blurred.
Please don’t forget.
We climbed up the stairs of the ancient town
We climbed the stairs one by one.
It felt like such a long time, it feels like a lost time,
...my God how we lose time.
...my God how we lose time.
A long life lived and I’m still stuck on this ground.
Somehow I know she is still around…
With her hard worked wrinkled hands in my young palms.
Her heart stopped it's beating in Costa Morte.
