Lumps & Bumps

 

 

The Separation Circle

 

 

 

  

 

 

Any More?

Cloud

Eastward from Krakatoa

Friend of Disposed Bathwater

Glass Bubble Home

Harlow's Monkey

My Name is Ana

(Not Bad for a)   Shy Boy Lost

The Pizza Song

The Space Between the Stars

We Used to Fly
 
(Don't Mention Its Name)

Any More?
Words & music by Ed Hooke   -   © Ed Hooke 2008



These old legs don't walk any more.
These old legs don't walk any more.
It's hard to show I love you when I can't get to your door.
I can't get to your door.

These old hands can't reach any more.
These old hands can't reach any more.
I long to feel the hand I've held so many times before,
so many times before.

These old eyes don't see so much now.
These old eyes don't see so much now.
You're out of sight but I recall your smiling face.
Oh how I long to see you now.

I remember a woman and a man
in springtime
in Scotland
in each other's eyes
and summertime seems like yesterday
but you seem so far away.
Well, I'm still here and I'm missing you
and I'm sure you're feeling the same way too
and I'm sorry love that I can't be near you.
Just keep your eyes on that clear bright light.

This old mouth won't talk any more.
This old mouth won't talk any more.
If it can't kiss or talk to you, I don't know what it's for.
I can't talk any more.

This old heart won't beat for much more.
This old heart won't beat for much more
and it won't be too long until I'm back with you, for sure.
 

  

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