William Fitzsimmons By My Side
I still hear you calling
When sleep is escaping me
I still hear you farther on
I see you in waking
A ghost in the window shade
My lover the form you take
By my side
Walk with me
Make this well
By my side
We dance through the evening
You feather around my toes
I still hear the words you plead
By my side
Walk with me
Make this well
By my side
