Weeping willow weep not for me,
for my time is nearly done.
I'm just a weary traveler,
seeking shelter from the sun.

I'm on my final pilgrimage,
the one that takes me home,
to a place thats not too far from here,
from where I used to roam.

My travels took me round the world,
cross countries near and far.
Walked each day in golden sunlight,
slept under nights as black as tar.

But to my home I now return,
at the ending of my days,
for on my beloved England,
I shall rest my final gaze.

Weeping willow weep not for me,
for my time is nearly done.
I'm just a weary traveler,
seeking shelter from the sun.

I'm on my final pilgrimage,
the one that takes me home,
to a place thats not too far from here,
from where I used to roam.

My travels took me round the world,
cross countries near and far.
Walked each day in golden sunlight,
slept under nights as black as tar.

But to my home I now return,
at the ending of my days,
for on my beloved England,
I shall rest my final gaze.

I may not be a handsome man
charming, tall or strong
but if you think I'm not enough for you
then honey you're so wrong

Because it really doesn't matter
that you're a 10 and I'm a 3
The only thing that really counts
is that I'm good enough for me

Will our money keep us warm
when we no longer see the sun
Will our money keep us full
when all the fish have gone

Will our money quench our thirst
when our water is all spoiled
It's more convenient to **** ourselves
when once we would have toiled

We want everything now or yesterday
and always for a penny less
But the price will be paid in other ways
it's a truth we must confess

It's time to put the baggage down,
I've carried all these years.
The broken dreams and promises,
that caused so many tears.

For years now I blamed myself,
like I somehow was the cause,
and you let me go thinking that,
without so much as a pause.

And like a dozen bags of groceries,
I carried it around,
without ever even thinking,
I could just put them on the ground.

The handles cut into my fingers,
sometimes a bag would split,
and the contents would come spilling out,
and send me to that pit.

The one where daylight does not reach,
the one filled with despair,
to wallow in my misery,
too tired to even care.

But a wise man told me yesterday,
that baggage is just that.
Something you can put down,
and leave upon the mat.

It does no good to carry on,
with burdens and self blame.
Those with destinys to care for you,
will do so just the same.

So check your baggage at the door.
Leave your pack upon the ground,
and feel free to leave it here,
amongst heartaches lost and found.

So here I am again
left staring into space
I played the jack of hearts again
and got ******* by an ace

I thought the hand a little shaky
still I played it anyway
they say feint heart ne'r won fair maiden
but just who the hell are "they"

So I think I'll give up playing
forever end my losing streak
I don't think I have the heart left
too many beatings left me weak

I have no winning chips to cash out
no iou's to pay
So I stand up from the table
turn and walk away.

I've rolled the dice too many times
I've gambled and I've lost
and finally I realise
the pain of losing, ain't worth the cost.

Experiences are raindrops
falling through the sky
each one precious, each one different
let me tell the reason why

Our life is like the sky you see
through which these raindrops fall
we savour precious moments
but cannot keep them all

and so they pass right through our lives
and leave barely a trace
not affecting if we win or lose
just how we ran the race

No matter if they're good or bad
there's one place they all go
to join the waters of our life
and urge the rivers flow

and as they join the swirling mass
on the surface or down deep
they become like distant memories
we were not able to keep

but while they're tumbling through our lives
and we can still enjoy the ride
we try to find the happy ones
from the other ones we hide

but in the end they all become
part of the river bed
as the waters of our life dry up
and leave us here for dead