oh momma, I see you’re here at last.....

ain’t it time I said good-by

to all those people by and bye
who glanced over their shoulders at me.
oh, if only they could see.

I stand higher than the burning leaves

and lower than the highest tree.
but I fall and rise too fast.
oh, momma I see you’re hear at last.

please, lend me those hands of yours

and a string before I soar;
for I wanna come back.
God, please not in a sack.

Randy Rowe
Copyright: 1972, 1996, 2009