Up Where We Belong

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world where few hearts survive?
All I know is the way I feel.
If it’s real, keep it alive.
The road is long, there are mountains in our way,
But we climb a step every day.

Love lift us up where we belong,
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high.
Love lift us up where we belong,
Far from the worlds we know,
Up where the clear winds blow.

Some hang on “it used to be,”
They live their lives looking behind.
When all we have is here and now,
All our lives, out there to find.
The road is long, there are mountains in our way,
But we climb a step every day

Love lift us up where we belong,
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high.
Love lift us up where we belong,
Far from the worlds we know,
Up where the clear winds blow.

Time goes by, no time to cry,
Life’s you and I.  Alive today.

SOMETIMES WHEN I GET TO THINKIN’
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)

Sometimes I recall what others have said:
Love is for lovers in love and full grown,
Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead,
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.

Sometimes when I get to thinking about you,
And all the things that we’ve never said
To each other, it seems such a shame to go blue
When there’s so many years to lie silent and dead.

I know you know all about life.
You know I know nothing at all.
Still why should I know daily strife
When the touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small.

Time brings us trouble as days come and go.
I know you know I’ll understand.
Could you, would you, suffer a woe,
When a blink of your eye and I’m at your command.

Think of the years before we were a pair,
Years lived apart we spent learning to farm.
Sowing, growing and learning to care
For ourselves and preparing for each other’s arms.

Love is a flower, blooms when we’re too young;
Pluck it, it’s gone, tended it grows.
We’ve been tending since the first sprout was sprung –
To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes.

Sometimes I recall what others have said:
Love is for lovers in love and full grown,
Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead,
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.

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