...who will forever be eight years old.And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they’ll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow’s sky
And we shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever
Grow so old again
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....
-Van Morrison
Please.
Be generous.
Thank you.
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And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first....
And I will never grow so old again.
Calls up memories of summer evenings with childhood friends chasing each other through neighbors' yards; seems like there was always a hedge to jump.
I hope during her short life Liddy had the chance to do that, and more.
I like gold fish ponds too. Especially if you have some bread crumbs.
Sorry. Wasn’t ignoring this.
I just couldn’t, earlier.
For what it’s worth (probably not much):
The only things worth living for
Are innocence and magic
Know that the light don’t sleep
You have my deepest sympathy.
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