Take My Hand
Come, take my hand and let us walk awhile,
by Terry Donovan
Away from all the hustle-bustle here,
Let's talk and walk a quiet country mile
To where the air and what we think is clear.
Let's talk about the past we might have had,
The future that is never going to be
And for a magic moment let's be glad
There's still a little world for you and me.
Let's talk about the future that we'll miss
And speculate on how it might have been
And seal our sorrow with a saying kiss
Where autumn takes away the summer's green.
There is no past, a future we're denied,
So let's enjoy the present side by side.