I don't know what the future holds
What may come my way
I'm at the ready for that which unfolds
I'm happy that I'm loving you today

Today we find ourselves apart
Our flyin rug of love ripped away
Though sad and afflicted is my heart
Hope stands firm in the disarray

Am I foolish to cling to such hope
A question popping up now and then
I reckon it's a healthier kind of cope
Than Jack Daniels, Budweiser and gin

I've searched the search a long time
Raising walls shielding from tempest wrath
Finally find my fancy in year forty-nine
Yet somehow end up back on the forlorn path