\ * / • . __--;::" ' " ° " ' "::;--__ . ° '''\/|/\^•.•°•.•^/\|\/''' ° [verse] There are a hundred places I hope To go entering with peace on some quiet place there's so much still to see and do never felt my feet or seen my face (There is no memory of her here!') [verse] you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain? you all have lied ! ° _ __--;::" ' " ° " ' "::;--__ __ _ [verse] I hear her voice inside the silence, Muffled like a whisper in the rain Together, we were filled with resilience We were younger, feeling little pain, maybe when the seasons changed I miss her in the weeping of the rain; during Spring, Summer or Fall After the Winter’s snow melted from every top and mountainside, Together, we always had a ball I miss her at the shrinking of the tide; Coming and going, never to stay The empty seat is what I fear She was my Fishing buddy yesterday keeping memory of her right here ° '''\/|/\^•.•°•.•^/\|\/''' ° . ,.•/•^^~^^•\•., [verse] Memories that are like last year's leaves Once proud, flexible, and strong Suddenly disappeared like smoke in every chimney, in every fireplace [chorus] you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pains? you all have lied ! But last year's bitter regrets And sorrowful pain remains Forever Deep in my heart, where my old emotions reside. ,.•/•^^~^^•\•., oaeeaoaaeaa ,.•/•^^~^^•\•., [verse] There are a hundred places I hope To go entering with peace on some quiet place There’s so much still to see and do never felt my feet or seen my face There is no memory of her there ° [verse] But lately, I say, There is no memory of her there! The past remembers the stricken body, And remembering her is so painful, wishing she would have been able to stay going anywhere now seems so empty without her by my side, seems almost cruel ° '''\/|/\^•.•°•.•^/\|\/''' ° . oaeeaoaaeaa [chorus] you all have lied Who told me time Would ease me of my pain? you all have lied Hiding the truth in plain sight Those of you Who told me time Would make it right [verse] There are a hundred places I hope to go entering with peace on some quiet place There’s so much still to see and do never felt my feet or seen my face There is no memory of her there [outro] There are a hundred places I hope to go entering with peace on some quiet place There’s so much still to see and do never felt my feet or seen my face There is no memory of her there But lately. I realized There will always be memories of her here! , ,.•/•^^~^^•\•., , '''\/|/\^•.•°•.•^/\|\/''' - . /'\
