There will always be bad days and sad days and blue days there will always be lonely too little of you days there will always be dull days with nothing to do but the best days are always spent dreaming of you.
There will always be love hiding just out of sight There will always be searching for meaning and light There will always be moonlight and lone whistle cries but I'd trade all these wonders for one of your smiles
There will always be longing for far distant lands There will always be words flowing out through these hands There will always be friendship both steadfast and true There will always be me, may there always be you.