Post N° 418

 

She's got a smile that it seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue skyNow and then when I see her faceShe takes me away to that special placeAnd if I stared too longI'd probably break down and crySweet child o' mineSweet love of mineShe's got eyes of the bluest skiesAs if they thought of rainI hate to look into those eyesAnd see an ounce of painHer hair reminds me of a warm safe placeWhere as a child I'd hideAnd pray for the thunderAnd the rainTo quietly pass me bySweet child o' mineSweet love of mineWhere do we goWhere do we go nowWhere do we go