MY OLD LADY
words and music by Lenny Solomon
(c) 1999 L. Solomon
Many were the times, I'd wander from town to town;
Keeping my eyes straight ahead, never looking to where I'd been.
Shady bars; under the stars, with someone I'd never know;
Except for the night when we'd laugh and lie and wait for the morn to come.
Life went on, me and my car, and my tattered old guitar;
Playing my songs for people who'd come just to pass the time.
I'd give them a line, work up a smile, take another sip of beer,
And look to the walls, in the back of the halls, never dreaming you were so near.
Oh, my lady, you know it's crazy.
That the love I have for you cannot be told;
That words can't express the feeling;
That I'll show to you, together as we grow old.
Now I rise in the morning light and see your face so dear.
I say to myself how funny it was that fate did bring us here.
And to my soul, I thank your smile and the peace I've learned to know;
And take your hand, 'cause you understand, that I love you so.
Oh, my lady you know it's crazy.
That the love I have for you cannot be told;
That words can't express the feeling;
That I'll show to you, together as we grow old.
Sometimes the wind blows chilly, sometimes it blows cold;
Yet sometimes the wind, blows the ship, that takes you towards your home.
So take all that life gives you, and give back what you can;
And in the end, you'll know my friend, that it went in accord to plan.
My old lady, you know it's crazy.
That the love I have for you cannot be told;
That words can't express the feeling;
That I'll show to you, together as we grow old.