Mans wings on emortal things canst only perish .
For if love were of man it might flicker and die ,
Like a tinder box flame with no oxygen ,
no heat or smouldering Cole could ever give life to this ice , cold ,
Frozen heart .
And where does such sweet parting meet ?
And sorrowful love must end ?
Does it depart , or stay a while my friend ?
Or is love of such sorrow born eternal ,
and if so Blessed by God himself ?
Then feelings and passions rage of which I know not .
Only to love and not be loved with flowers and kisses ,
and romantic candel light moons .
What if love was more ?
To give up the ghost on a friendship or so lament my heart with sorrow
To the kid who s. Mother shunned the gun ,
Bought a guitar and strumed for fun ,
Played sweet songs for Dixie ,
And what that boy heard on the hill only drew him
To the mean streets of Memphis
and the blues came a calling.

' I don't sound like anyone here ' in 54 ,
In the blazin Memphis heat
Came from which rock was born ,
a song for a dime , to play to his mama .

And the ladies went wild ,
and the kid from the shack ,
With a guitar on his back ,
With a swing of his hips ,
and a curl of his lip ,
Bought a house for his Ma'am ,
then money and wealth ,
Took away his health ,
An empty lonely house without Pricilla .
For love that's born of man must perish and die ,
Alone without a flicker .
And three cruel nails ,
To Christ empailed on a tree is proof enough for me ,
that Gods love is eternal.