Day #60 - A song you would want played at your funeral
Sing, old broken heart,
if you have something to say;
you have to follow me here
so it's been shore to shore to shore.
Sing our hymns and hunters time,
our ghost town wedding night,
your heart praise a ship's bell time:
goodbye, my love, goodbye
By the moon I hear you mourning low.
Are you weary? I am, I am.
By the light at the edge of the West.
Are you far away? I am. By this test of truth,
Will-O-the-Wisp Hear... Hear... Hear... Hear...