From the recording My Turn

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I had a little friend in my childhood
The fairest flower of them all
The kind that blooms in the springtime
Then is gone long before the fall
I’ll show you the pathway to take through the pines
I’ll tell you the names on the stones
But I won’t go to the graveyard – No, I’ll stay behind
Too many roses and bones
There are those who do find comfort
When they see their loved ones’ resting place
As for me, I prefer the memory
Of the way sunlight played upon her face
I am told we’ll all be together
Young again on that distant shore
Joined with the dearly departed
I’ll see them then and not before