Tim Moore Sister Lilac
Sister Lilac things are not the same
Ever since I learned to call your name
Once I was a mountain stream
Now I know what ocean means
Sister Lilac things are not the same
Eyes and ears they must be open wide
Before you hear and see beyond your pride
You must speak like little child
Do with love and not with style
Sister Lilac that's how I feel inside
Life will come and grow to man
And soon be old and gray
Life that flows between the hands
Is not the kind that fades
And hands they soon lie folded on our chests
And there's no way to tell who was the best
Death is death but life is love
And it's you I'm thinking of
Sister Lilac with you my life is blessed
Life will come and grow to man
And soon be old and gray
Life that flows between the hands
Is not the kind that fades
And hands they soon lie folded on our chests
And there's no way to tell who was the best
Death is death but life is love
And it's you I'm thinking of
Sister Lilac with you my life is blessed
