Gary Jacobson

HOW LOVELY TIS THE MORNING

How lovely, tis the morning
For all my friends are there…
How lovely, tis the dawning…
Life too full for despair

Remember that when you look back
To younger times so filled with glee…
To times when all looked bloody black
I forget all, and look to thee…

The sparkle in your eyes my dear
Takes me many a lovely place…
To hay stack rides that swallow my fear
To a love shining in your face…