As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty
I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places
At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon
how much is a robe of silk?...how much are the golden trumpets?...how much is a field of roses?...how much is a wall of marble?...how much is a kingdom between mountains of lions and me...
Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...
Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones
The stars brightly shown perhaps Wisdom had been sprinkling the sky to calm the ones in the night who were looking ...searching....the mountains around giants full with life aromas, and...
I can hear hear frank sinatras fly… I can see the old timers smile I can see the boys huddle Planning schemeing and dreaming I can hear the pirates acordion on…
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good
Para aser las cosas bien el homre…
Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.