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James Greenfield Jun 2015
'Tis the night that witches fly,
Upon their broomsticks across the sky,
Goblins and ghost and trolls delight,
Never seen in broad daylight.
Werewolves roam this full moon night,
Stay out of the woods, keep away from their bite.
Eye of newt and rabid bat wings,
These are just some of the things,
That go in the kettle of witches brew,
A special concoction, especially for you.

The cemetery is dark where the ghouls like to play,
A place  were even the rats stay away.
The shadows are lurking behind the gravestones,
The screech of the banshee to chill your bones.
The skeletons dance upon the graves,
Of those who died on Halloween day.
The vampires search by night of day,
To **** the blood of those they prey.
From out of the moors six horses approach,
A headless horseman is driving the coach,
He stops at the crossroads and swings open the door,
Beware the raven, as he sings "Nevermore".
James Greenfield Jun 2015
If I had had the choice to love or not to love you,
I would have chosen not to love you.
You had the choice to love or not to love me,
And you chose not to love me.
If I had had the choice and I chose not to love you,
It would be because I could not survive loving you,
When you do not love me.
But I did not have this choice,
My heart has made this choice for me,
And my mind cannot change the way my heart feels for you.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
Santa came on Christmas Eve,
Leaving presents for us to see.
Sister Mary got a Barbie Doll,
Brother Billy got a basketball.
I searched the room for me to see,
But there were no presents addressed to me.
I have not been as good as I can be,
That's probably why beneath the tree,
There were no presents, gifts or cards,
And there was no bike out in the yard.
I searched and searched as far as I could see,
There were no presents there for me.
I guess it's true for what they say,
If you've been bad, then this is the way.
There is a lesson learned by me,
If you want presents beneath the tree.
If you've been bad, then you must pay,
You'll get no presents on Christmas Day.
I'll be as good as I can be,
Then next year on Christmas Eve,
They'll be a bike or maybe a sweater,
I know next year will be better.
I'll look around beneath the tree,
There will be presents there for me.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
The sign on the marquee says "Live Tonight",
But the lights they have been dimmed,
For the stage it will be empty,
And the curtains have been trimmed.

The plane was lost in Tennessee,
And the golden voice was stilled,
The disc-jockey held back the tears,
As he announced that Patsy Cline was killed.

Country stars and fans alike,
Were saddened by the news,
For a woman whose love of life,
Was to sing the country blues.

The Grand Ole Opry is silent,
At the loss of a good friend,
But the music from this country star,
Will last till time does end.

The sign on the marquee says "Live Tonight",
And Patsy Cline will sing,
For the lord so loved her beautiful voice,
That to heaven, Patsy, he did bring.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
Not so long or far away,
There is a place were memories stay,
A place where thoughts of years gone by,
Gather together of you and I.
Now and then a memory sneaks,
Inside my mind it will peek,
And there I see your lovely face,
Your hair all tied in Summer's lace.

Not so long or far away,
Upon a hill there is a grave,
Upon the grave there is a stone,
Standing there so all alone.
Upon the stone it is inscribed,
With all my love I do and die.
Without your love there is no life,
I love you so my darling wife.

Not so long or far away,
My life will end some Winter's day,
And when the day my life does end,
From this earth I will ascend.
Someday soon my wife I cry,
I'll be there by your side,
With my thoughts of you in mind,
I'll search and search till you I find.

Not so long or far away,
Upon the stone it will say,
That I loved you and you loved me,
We'll be together through eternity.
Now I put my memories to sleep,
I lock them up and safely keep,
Until the day my life does end,
I'll keep them close till we meet again.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
Santa came to our house, down the chim-a-ney,
Leaving presents all around, he didn't forget me.
I am just a poor boy, other children laugh at me,
Saying Santa won't go to your house,
Because you haven't a Christmas Tree.
Mom and Dad say that's not true, wait and you will see,
No matter if your rich or poor, Santa he can see.
Children from the mountains and children by the sea,
At Christmas time there all the same, just like you and me.
Santa came to our house, down the chim-a-ney,
Leaving presents all around he didn't forget me.
I may be a poor boy, but I'm as rich as I can be,
Because Santa came to our house, he didn't forget me.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
The old place hasn't changed much,
The carousel still rings today,
I remember how it use to be,
On those old sweet Summer days.

The picnics in the meadow,
That we use to share,
The blue ribbon for your quilt,
At the country fair.

The ponies in the park,
On which we use to ride,
The music grinder and his monkey,
And how you use to cry.

The trips across the lake,
In that old canoe,
I'd bring my ukulele,
And I'd sing a song for you.

We may be getting older,
But the memories we hold dear,
Of all those old sweet Summer days,
We enjoyed and shared right here.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
Santa Claus is coming,
Christmas is almost here,
The children are snug in their beds,
Dreaming of Christmas cheer.
The cookies are in the oven,
The pie is out to cool,
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
We're ready for the Christmas yule.

The tree is trimmed in silver,
There's carolers at the door,
Singing their songs of Christmas,
And St. Nicholas lore,
The snow is falling lightly,
There's magic in the air,
With the feeling of warmth and happiness,
The joy of Christmas is everywhere.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
The sands of time are slipping away,
The years we knew are now yesterday.
Do you remember when we were young,
We were just children playing in the sun.
Life was so simple, we were so free,
But soon life changed for you and me.
We grew up and passed through our teens,
We're now middle aged looking back at what we've seen.
We've been through two wars, the depression as well,
The death of our child which put us through hell.
We've seen a lot through our many years,
We've shared our lives through happiness and tears.
If we had the chance to do it all over again,
We'd still be here thinking of then.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
I saw you through the window of a local department store,
And I knew that you were the only one I'd want forever more,
Something in my heart did say that you were meant for me,
But you never turned around, you never did see me.

Turn around, take a look, tell me what do you see,
Do you see that lonely person, do you see me.
I need your loving can't you see what your doing to me,
Turn around, Take a look, tell me what do you see.

I saw you sitting at a table at the Riverside café,
It was at the end of Spring, on a sunny day in May,
You were sitting there and reading and drinking a glass of tea,
But you never turned around, you never did see me.

Turn around, take a look, tell me what do you see,
Do you see that lonely person, do you see me,
I need your loving can't you see what your doing to me,
Turn around, take a look, tell me what do you see.

I saw you at church today in your wedding dress,
He was standing next to you looking his very best,
You turned around and down the aisle a smile for all to see,
But you never turned around, you never did see me.

Turn around, take a look, tell me what do you see,
Do you see that lonely person, do you see me,
I need your loving can't you see what your doing to me,
Turn around, take a look, tell me what do you see.
James Greenfield Jun 2015
You ask me what I want for Christmas, this I'll tell you true,
For on this day I'd like to see, the whole world in a truce.
A truce that would last from year to year,
And bring peace throughout the land,
Neighbors helping neighbors, each lending a helping hand.

You ask me what I want for Christmas, this I'll tell you too,
I'd like to see the forest green and skies of sparkling blue.
I'd like to see the ocean waves rushing to the shore,
Clean and pure and free of trash,
I'd like to see the ocean floor.

You ask me what I want for Christmas, this I'll tell you now,
I'd like to have a baby brother, we can wrap him in my towel.
Do you think I ask to much, this I asked my mother,
When she said I think you did,
I told her to forget the baby brother.

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