If the sky above you
Should turn dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
And soon I will be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you got to do is call
And Ill be there,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
-James Taylor
3 comments:
wonderful post of marvelous thoughts that are sooooooooo true ~ thanks for sharing ~
Hugs and namaste,
Carol (artmusedog)
Barb, you always give a lift to the day. Grazie Mille, Mia Amica
This was wonderful and it made my day... it was just what you are to so many of u s......a dear friend...I loved it... grazie Lynda
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