Holidays and Weekends, too
holidays and weekends, too
enough to wash away the blue
smattered on the old photographs
we hold so dear
another land so far away
a song enchants us so we pray
come again some other day
but now is not the time
right now I'm not here to be
I cannot walk and I cannot see
a dream of you is dear to me
but next to you I'm warmer
speak softly now cause I can hear
the words you speak I will hold dear
like the hands I have you shouldn't fear
I'm with you now it should be clear
place all your worries on the pillow
the chimney roars but softly billows
disaster lurks where eyes won't see
so hold me close, stay next to me
we'll make it yet, of this I'm sure
love is strained, it makes it pure
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