The Passing of a Dream
From the land of green and gold
There's a story to be told
Of life and death, take and give
And the man who wanted only to live.
To sow and harvest, reap and till
Who lost his strength, but not his will
Who gave his all and asked yet naught
To helplessly wait was his lot.
His dream to farm at life long length
He had the will but not the strength
As his strength would slowly ebb
Wasted were all the tears I shed.
Wasted were the prayers and crying
The sun goes down and he was dying
His dream he never will fulfill
He had no strength, only his will.
Then moved in the shadow of death
Took his strength and then his breath
Took his dream but he will know
It cannot take that we loved him so
Tho he lost his fight to live
We remember all he'd give
Now he's resting on his hill
Gone is the strength, but never the will.
Nancy Stewart Daily
From the land of green and gold
There's a story to be told
Of life and death, take and give
And the man who wanted only to live.
To sow and harvest, reap and till
Who lost his strength, but not his will
Who gave his all and asked yet naught
To helplessly wait was his lot.
His dream to farm at life long length
He had the will but not the strength
As his strength would slowly ebb
Wasted were all the tears I shed.
Wasted were the prayers and crying
The sun goes down and he was dying
His dream he never will fulfill
He had no strength, only his will.
Then moved in the shadow of death
Took his strength and then his breath
Took his dream but he will know
It cannot take that we loved him so
Tho he lost his fight to live
We remember all he'd give
Now he's resting on his hill
Gone is the strength, but never the will.
Nancy Stewart Daily
The Passing of a Dream
From the land of green and gold
There's a story to be told
Of life and death, take and give
And the man who wanted only to live.
To sow and harvest, reap and till
Who lost his strength, but not his will
Who gave his all and asked yet naught
To helplessly wait was his lot.
His dream to farm at life long length
He had the will but not the strength
As his strength would slowly ebb
Wasted were all the tears I shed.
Wasted were the prayers and crying
The sun goes down and he was dying
His dream he never will fulfill
He had no strength, only his will.
Then moved in the shadow of death
Took his strength and then his breath
Took his dream but he will know
It cannot take that we loved him so
Tho he lost his fight to live
We remember all he'd give
Now he's resting on his hill
Gone is the strength, but never the will.
Nancy Stewart Daily
From the land of green and gold
There's a story to be told
Of life and death, take and give
And the man who wanted only to live.
To sow and harvest, reap and till
Who lost his strength, but not his will
Who gave his all and asked yet naught
To helplessly wait was his lot.
His dream to farm at life long length
He had the will but not the strength
As his strength would slowly ebb
Wasted were all the tears I shed.
Wasted were the prayers and crying
The sun goes down and he was dying
His dream he never will fulfill
He had no strength, only his will.
Then moved in the shadow of death
Took his strength and then his breath
Took his dream but he will know
It cannot take that we loved him so
Tho he lost his fight to live
We remember all he'd give
Now he's resting on his hill
Gone is the strength, but never the will.
Nancy Stewart Daily
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