Would that you were here to hear the song that I sing
In the end, it doesn't mean a thing
A melody you would remember and perhaps enjoy
O' if you were here before the winter
Its harsh and wet and cold
Don't fret as you continue to read
Think of us and and smile
If you're weary hope is near
Close your eyes and loose yourself in the warmth
Basque in the presence of the Eternal
That's where we'll meet
Until then, our lives will continue to walk away
Don't try and catch it- hold on to this day
And wipe the tear from your eyes
The sun will rise
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