Like An Orphan Child

Hold me close like an orphan child
Like a hobo keep me from the rain above
Let me live and let me die
In the arms of my own true love
In the arms of my own true love

Our lives are fleeting, ghostly things
And blessed are those who have lost their fear
Just a short stroll down a rock-strewn path
With death forever near, I will live
With my death forever near

Oh what I would give just to keep you here
To soothe my every woe and care
While the flowers round us bloom and fade
Let me breathe this fragrant air, so sweet
Let me breathe this fragrant air

I reach my arms into the night
And love will guide me through my trials
And I will find a haven safe
Far from the stumbling child I was
Far from the stumbling child


(© 1993 by Harvey Reid)

As recorded on #108 "Circles"

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