Memories of old chasing through my mind
Searching for comfort in what i might find...

Dad was young when he died
he was only forty-seven...

As the days turn into years
And the years shows us who cares...

As i try to think a while
Try so hard to reconcile...

Have you ever lost something that you never really...
It tears at your heart and you feel so bad...

As i look into the mirror
Is it me? I beg to differ...

When I see this wondrous view
It sweetens everything I do...

My beautiful rainbow in the sky
Colours so perfect they make me sigh...

What is it I'm looking for?
Longing to knock on my door...

Spring is here and its time to cheer
sat outside in my garden chair...

I thought I'd share my heartache with you
Sometimes it helps me to feel less blue...

Good morning there Mr Fox
Down my path now mind the rocks...