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.

RIP Don Williams

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