Monday, May 25, 2009






Comrade, I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?”—Walt Whitman, American poet 1819-1892  


Tender Comrade

won’t be needing any battle cry
to call you to my side
i’m armed but I’m not dangerous
never crossed my mind
loving to the power of two
with you, with you
people run away from love
people run away

and even under grey skies
we’ll claim our place in the sun
in the sun
and we’re living the best years
looking for that crooked smile
comes around once in a while

won’t be straying far from kissing you
i’ll catch you as you fly
each step it takes to fall in love
is never out of time
loving to the power of two
with you, with you
someone pays the price for war
someone pays a price

and even under grey skies
we’ll claim our place in the sun
in the sun
and we’re living the best years
looking for that crooked smile
comes around

once in a while you look away
i think I see you crying
once in a while
but that’s okay
and it will come as no surprise

that under grey skies
we’ll claim our place in the sun
in the sun
and we’re living the best years
looking for that crooked smile
comes around once in a while
under grey skies
we’ll claim our place in the sun
in the sun
and we’re living the best years
fortune hides a crooked smile
comes around once in a while

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