I want to hold you
Be part of you; you part of me
And you look at me kind of strange
Because we haven’t had that feeling
In two-thousand some odd years
And you’re thinking I’m kind of deranged
To talk of old fashioned feelings
Such as we’re all one
Like the flowers and the rain
And I got a bit of hope
That I think we can count on
You say, “I don’t know what you’re selling, Mister
But you better move on with that train,
Don’t come knocking when I’m in pain.”
And I say, “I’m not selling anything,
I only want to see you smile.”
But you shut the door anyway
Can’t trust anyone these days
What have they brought us to,
Where fear is the line between me and you?
Got us looking at each other from so far away
But I’ve seen love
Between a mother and a child
And I’m convinced that’s what we’re made of
I’ve seen love
Between a sinner and a saint
And I’m convinced that’s what we’re made of
And you think I’m a little deranged
To talk of old fashioned feelings
Such as we’re all one
Like the earth and like the sun
And I got a bit of hope
That I think we can count on
You say, “I don’t know what you’re selling, Mister
But you better move on with that train,
Don’t come knocking when I’m in pain.”
And I say, “I’m not selling anything,
I only want to see you smile.”
And you open up the door
Cause that’s just what we’re made of
-Gary Walker ©2012
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