The Green Pajamas

The Thousand Days

Look at your picture book
What do you see
Summers and winters familiar to me
Waltzes and water
Twilight and still lives of love

All of the hours
All of the thousand days you've let me lie
That book of ours comes to me often
And asks me always why

Sometimes I talk to you late in the night
Just like we used to so late in the night
Sometimes it thrills me
Sometimes it kills me inside

All of the hours
All of the thousand days you've let me lie
That book of ours comes to me often
And asks me always why

Do you have the photographs
Of goings on so very long ago
You have changed and grown and loved
And gone away where I could never go
Do you have a secret place
For funny things that I could never know
Do you have a secret place for memories

All of our memories are going away
All of our wishes are going away
All of our dreams are slowly sinking
Like the sun

All of the hours
All of the thousand days you've let me lie
That book of ours comes to me often
And asks me always why


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(c) 1989 Jeff Kelly / Half The World Publishing, BMI