Song of the DayJune 30, 2006 8:57 am
by Barry Manilow
From the year I was born…
Last night, I waved goodbye
now it seems years,
I’m back in the city, where nothing is clear,
and thoughts of me, holding you, bringing us near,
and tell me;
When will our eyes meet,
when can I touch you,
when will this strong yearning end,
and when will I hold you again.
Time in New England took me away,
to long rocky beaches, and you, by the bay,
we started a story who’s end must now wait
and tell me;
When will our eyes meet,
when can I touch you,
when will this strong yearning end,
and when can I hold you again….
