» Sat May 12, 2012 9:37 pm
A very good friend, and band-mate of mine died this year. This is a verse from a song he loved to sing :
Oh, all the comrades e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e'er I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all.
Happy new year. Look forward to the joys of the next one, but don't forget to look back.