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If I Could Bring You Back Again (For Don Williams)


I Believe in You

Lord, I Hope This Day Is Good
You're My Best Friend 
Some Broken Hearts Never Mend
Till the Rivers All Run Dry
Back in My Younger Days...
on and on
the list goes on
I sang along
and bared my soul
to the gentle breeze of your voice
Don.

But I never got a time
to ink a couple lines
for you, Gentle Giant.

If I could bring you back again,
For one more hour or day,
I’d express all my unspoken love;
for lyrics that made me cry
for lyrics that my soul massaged
for lyrics that made me smile
for lyrics that inspired...

If I could bring you back again,
For one more hour or day,
I’d have countless things to say.
Like 'Hi Don, 
can we do a song?'
Alas! Your time's up

If I could bring you back again,
I’d say we treasured you,
I idolized you
I fanned you
And that your presence in my life
Meant more than I ever knew.
Sadly, I just realized...

If I could bring you back again,
To tell you what I should,
You’d know how much I miss you now...

If I could bring you back again...
And if I could, I would.






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