Mason Williams Here Am I
As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny's sea...
So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament's futility...
But here am I holding your hand...
As often I've thirsted so often I tasted my fell of love's honey and wine...
But in desperate drinking the savor of loving is lost and so never was mine...
But here am I holding your cup...
In a garmentless promise of nothing we stand with only the raiment of time...
It is ours to endure or endear and end up embrancing whatever we find...
And here am I holding your mind... . . .
And here am I holding your mind... . . .
As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny's sea...
So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament's futility...
It is ours to endure or ender and end up embrancing whatever we find...
