“THE LAST TOUCH”

Their first touch at seventeen was in the park,
And the moon was full.
She was beautiful to him,
And her hair was long and her eyes were blue
And her skin was warm and she turned to him.
And he thought that he knew what love was.

Another touch was at twenty-two,
On their wedding night.
And the stars were bright.
She was beautiful to him.
And her hair smelled sweet and her lips were full
And her skin was warm and she turned to him
And he thought that he knew what love was.

And then again at twenty-five, when the baby came
And the sun was high.
She was beautiful to him.
And her hair was damp and her fingers shook
And her skin was warm and she turned to him.
And he thought that he knew what love was.

Later on at fifty-four, setting on the porch,
All the children gone.
She was beautiful to him.
And her hair was grey and her forehead lined
And her skin was warm and she turned to him.
And he thought that he knew what love was.

Their last touch at eighty-five was by her bed
And the moon was full.
She was beautiful to him.
And her hair was thin and her eyes were closed
And her skin was cold and He turned to her,
And he knew that he knew what love was.

After eighty-five years of laughter and tears
He knew that he knew what love was.
song by Lex de Azevedo

In Loving Memory of My Husband –

“THE LAST TOUCH”

Their first touch at seventeen was in the park,
And the moon was full.
He was handsome to her,
And his hair was brown and his eyes were blue
And his skin was warm and he turned to her.
And she thought that she knew what love was.

Another touch was at twenty-two,
On their wedding night.
And the stars were bright.
He was handsome to her.
And his hair smelled fresh and his lips were sweet
And his skin was warm and he turned to her
And she thought that she knew what love was.

And then again at twenty-five, when the baby came
And the sun was high.
He was handsome to her.
And his hair was damp and his fingers shook
And his skin was warm and he turned to her.
And she thought that she knew what love was.

Later on at fifty-four, setting on the porch,
All the children gone.
He was handsome to her,
And his hair was grey and his forehead lined
And his skin was warm and he turned to her.
And she thought that she knew what love was.

Their last touch at eighty-five was by his bed
And the moon was full.
He was handsome to her,
And his hair was thin and his eyes were closed
And his skin was cold and She turned to him.
And she knew that she knew what love was.

After eighty-five years of laughter and tears
She knew that she knew what love was.
song by Lex de Azevedo (revised for him)

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream

I love the lyrics to Abba’s Song, What do you think?

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