Just Friends


I remember when,
those days will never come again,
when we were but just friends,
and we became, lovers.

The autumn leaves were bright,
we strolled, both day and night,
hand in hand, in the light,
of endless Indian summer.

But those days never last,
and they are in the past,
for bitter winds came down,
and blew away the laughter.

I remember when,
those days will never come again,
when we were but just friends,
and we became, lovers.

Those days were bittersweet,
for often we would meet,
and memories would entreat,
us to once again, wonder.

What it was we had,
when friendship turned to bad,
and love entered so sad,
to make our friendship flounder.

I remember when,
those days will never come again,
when we were but just friends,
and we became, lovers.

Those days will never come again.
Never again... never... again,
my friend.


Autumn Path in Maine - Dawn Bushong

Autumn Path by Dawn Bushong

I tried to sing this but it ddn't turn out well.  
Perhaps a professional singer will try
.


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