Walk away
but don’t tell me
you love me
when all we had left
was the truth
the words spill from your mouth
“I’ll always love you”
how easily they seem to come
walk away
say “goodbye”
Thanks to “John 1948 Ten”
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Walk away
but don’t tell me
you love me
when all we had left
was the truth
the words spill from your mouth
“I’ll always love you”
how easily they seem to come
walk away
say “goodbye”
Thanks to “John 1948 Ten”
You brought me back to my early teenage years with that song. I would catch my transistor radio and bring it to the kitchen to share my favorite songs with my mother
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I am so pleased that sounds so lovely and especially as you seem to have had such a lovely relationship with you Mother to be able to do that, mine would never want to know – such is life. I hope to play some more from years gone by. Take care, Anna.
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She was extraordinary supportive. I didn’t have that kind of contact with my father. I did a post on the music of my early youth if you would like to see it
https://mariaholm.blog/2016/11/27/the-music-of-my-youth/
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You were very lucky with your relationship with your Mother, mine was just the opposite. She waited 30 years and half an hour after my Father died to tell me she never wanted me or loved me, and in the years to come she proved it alright. So much I could never make sense of suddenly made sense when she uttered those words after my Father died. I will certainly go and look at your post on the music of your early youth.
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