I  can't say good-bye,
because part of me would certain die,
my heart would break,
my eyes  break down in cry,
This is why I can't  say good-bye,

When I had to let you go when you
died, all I did was cry,
and ever since my eyes have not
been dry,

I can't say good bye,
It is just to hard for me to say it now,
if I had to say good bye now,
I would most certainly die.

I  can't let go of you,
please don't ask that of me,
all I have is memories of you
that is why I can't let go of you,

I can't let go of you,
my heart stays in one piece
as long as I have you,

I know you would tell me,
it is time to let go of you,
so you can rest in peace,
but I would not
rest in peace if  I
let go of you,
so I must hold onto
you
because you are special to me.

The once happy life I use to live is no more,
I don't live it anymore because when
you died,
all the doors were closed and shut up
forever more,
There were but tears, and heart break,
not moving on, but wishing that
you were with me here
telling me that could do it.

You are not here to tell me,
All the doors have been closed and shut,
my life since your death has been in
a terrible rut.
I can't move a head, and I have tried,
all I think about is that I want to
die and be with you.

My once happy life is no more
because you are not any it anymore
and I am alone and my heart
is broken and all I can think of
is I want to be called home to be
with you.

Sunday was once important to me,
It meant going to Mass and
praying to me,
but when God called you home,
it meant nothing to me,
now Sunday means nothing to me.

Religion has no longer has a place in my life,
that is because my frail heart has been
cut with a knife,
It is just a bunch of senseless words,
it gives me no comfort like it did once.

I wish Sunday did mean something to me once
again, but I don't think it will because
you are not here,

It is not the fact that I have love my lost for the Lord,
I just can't go into Mass alone, and not think
about you anymore.

I know what you will tell me to do if you were here,
I need to go Mass and hear God's Word
To take his body and blood, and let it
nourish me, and I will be well one again,
spiritually.

Sunday will come and Sunday will go,
like they always do and you will be on my mind
like you always are.

I think of you every day and every night,
I miss you more than ever know and I wish
you were here by my side.

I would rather have love than lust,
Lust does nothing for you,
It does not make you feel good,
It makes you feel as if you are doing
something wrong,

I would rather have a song in my heart,
than lust in my heart,
because it will steer you wrong,
a love song will never leave you
a stray,
Lust will leave you a stray,
and you will be alone,
in your bed.
I would rather have love than lust,
and I would rather be loving you
than lusting after you.

My music i s me,
I am my music,
It reflects the kind of person I am
in music and in song,
I love The Carpenters, as well as Franz Liszt,
I love Gordon Lightfoot as well as Fredrick Chopin,
I love to sing and I love to dance,
It tells you who I really am.

My music is me,
I am my music,
It reflects the kind of person
I am music and song,

It will tell you if I am depressed,
If I am in love,
It will tell you if I am lonely,
or If I am moody,
I am my music and my music
is me and tells you all about me

Lady Summer, how you sing,
You tell your sister, Lady Spring,
It is your time to sing,
Your colors so beautiful,
Your temperatures so warm,
People look forward to you,
because you are

Some times you can be too hot,
Some times you can be just right,
Some times you bring on summer storms,
that cool the summer nights,

The summer storms that you bring,
turn summer grass into summer green,
and you make the flowers sing,
The flowers sing out that you are
here, but you are here only
three months out of a year.