Smokie, sweet Smokie, last night was with you.
Tomorrow, just memories and I.
You rest in my heart like the sea in the sand,
A part of my life 'til I die.
Your name, your voice, your sun-kissed smile,
The touch of your satin skin shall haunt my heart
And every thought until we meet again.
Beauty has no bounds it seems in dreams I dream of you.
Wealth and riches have little face side by side with you.
Take my possessions. Take them all. Take the clothes I wear.
Just give me a spot in some lonely woods and send my Smokie there.
1973
Of Love
A loser lost-in-love has won.
The reward is rich at any cost.
'Tis only when the love he loses
That he has lost.
2008